Yeesh, Bad Ava thought everything was hot.
I crawled under the covers and fell back to sleep.
* * * * *
The phone ringing woke me up.
I rolled and nabbed it off the nightstand.
“Yo,” I muttered.
“Babe.”
Obviously, it was Luke.
I got up on an elbow. “Please tell me you aren’t calling from a police station.”
He laughed like what I said was extremely funny (which I thought it was not) then said again, “Babe.”
“What?”
“Ma called. She showed up at the loft again, wants to take us to breakfast. I told her I couldn’t go but she could take you. She’s heading to your place now.”
I shot into a sitting position. “Excuse me?” I asked.
“She’ll be there soon.”
“I can’t go to breakfast with Mrs. Stark. The girls and I have plans.”
“You gotta go. She’s lookin’ forward to it.”
Shit!
I knew what he was doing. He was stopping me from searching for Noah like I had tried to do with him earlier that morning.
And he was better at it.
“I cannot believe you,” I snapped.
“Ava Babe, you were sleeping. If you were all fired up to find Dexter you would be hunting. It’s just breakfast. You and the girls can go after Dexter when you’re done with Ma.”
“Call her back, tell her I have plans.”
“Can’t. She would be disappointed. I don’t like to disappoint her and I get the impression she wants time just with you.”
Mrs. Stark wanted time just with me? This was not good. In fact, this freaked me way the hell out.
“Call her back,” I repeated then I heard a knock on my door. “Shit!” I cried. “She’s already here.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he told me as I jumped out of bed and started searching for my clothes.
“Impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible.”
“No, Luke, mark my words. This is impossible. I’m seriously pissed at you.”
“Ava.”