Ava's POV
I woke up to an empty bed.
Again.
Rolling onto my back, I stretched and immediately regretted it.
“Oh s**t!”
Every muscle in my legs protested.
Nine years of martial arts training. Countless hours in the gym. I'd gone toe-to-toe with men twice my size.
And somehow, a nine-year-old with a soccer ball had kicked my ass.
I heard laughter from downstairs.
Oh, that asshole.
I climbed out of bed, grabbed one of Blaze's shirts and headed downstairs.
He was standing at the stove in nothing but gray sweatpants.
Well, hello.
I leaned against the doorway.
“Morning, handsome.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“Morning, Darlin'. How're those legs?”
“Fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
I walked toward the coffee pot.
My left thigh cramped.
"s**t!”
Blaze burst out laughing.
“Fine, huh?”
“Shut
