Ava knows who Jimmy O'Brien is - her first love and soulmate. Forced to spend time apart, Ava and Jim deal with their trust issues and insecurities.
When the lovers finally reunite and resolve to fight for each other, their fragile happiness is put...
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Me: Good morning. I'll be home at lunchtime. Want you to meet someone special.
Dad: Does someone special like barbecue?
Me: Yeah. She eats everything. Tell Mom not to freak out.
Dad: Might be pointless.
Me: Just want Ava to be comfortable. See you soon.
A movement beside me made me leave my phone on the nightstand. Ava rubbed her nose against my pec and pressed a small kiss to my skin.
"Good morning." I buried my hand in her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Did I wake you?"
She snuggled up to me. "No."
I grinned, wrapping Ava in my arms, trying not to think about what we did last night. We wouldn't make it to my hometown in time for lunch if I recreated any of what went down in this bed or on the couch.
"What's funny?" Ava asked, trailing her fingertips across my abs.
Her voice sounded sleepy. What time did we go to bed? Three in the morning? Four?
My hand shifted from her nape to her flushed cheek. "Not funny, cute. You. Coffee?"
"Please. Make it strong."
She rolled out of bed, rewarding me with the view of her naked body as she went to the en-suite. Damn, I was lucky. Got lucky, too. Repeatedly.
While waiting for Ava at the breakfast bar, I went through my emails, ignoring those from Wyatt. It was Sunday, for fuck's sake. The dude needed to get a life. I hoped to see something from the Davis guy, but his name didn't pop up in my inbox. I did have something that'd make Ava happy, though - a book wrapped in gift paper lay next to the mug with Ava's drink.
"Do you think we'll have time to stop by my house?" Ava rushed into the room, wearing a tee and shorts she kept in the closet.
I glanced at my watch. "We'd have to hurry."
"I wish you'd told me," she huffed. "Meeting your family is a big deal, and I don't even know what to wear."
Grumpy Ava was adorable. "Wear what you're wearing now," I said, pulling her into a hug. "We'll eat in the garden; it's just a family lunch, nothing fancy."
"Guys." She rolled her eyes.
I bit back a smile and slid her mug across the counter. "Your coffee. And this," I added, handing her the book. "And there's a bag with something on our bed."
Our bed. Smooth, Jim. Ava could've freaked out if she weren't sniffing the rectangular package.
"Oh my God, it's a book," she whispered, her eyes wide.
I failed to contain a chuckle this time. Of course, she'd be more interested in a novel than anything else. Not that I minded. Like I said, adorable.
