Ava’s POV
“Absolutely not.”
I looked across the conference table at Morgan.
“You haven't even heard my argument.”
“I have known you for years. I don't need to.”
True snorted beside him.
I pointed at the map spread across the table.
“All I said was—”
“That you could probably walk from the clinic to the housing compound.”
“It isn't that far.”
Morgan stared at me.
True stared at me.
Tootsie slowly unwrapped a Tootsie Pop.
Gage leaned back in his chair.
“I'd stop talking, Ava.”
“Coward.”
“Alive coward.”
I looked back at Morgan.
“Fine. We drive.”
“Thank you.”
“Even though walking would be faster.”
“Ava.”
“I'm done.”
I wasn't.
But I could save it for Mexico.
Probably.
We were in one of the meeting rooms we'd borrowed for the evening.
Surrounded by boxes, supply lists,
