Ava’s heart skipped a beat the moment the caller uttered her nickname.
“Tinkerbell.”
A jolt surged through her like electricity. She knew that voice. How could she not? It was the only voice that had ever made her forget how to breathe. The deep, husky timbre of Zachary Gonzalez wasn’t one you could confuse.
For a moment, everything around her dulled, her surroundings blurred, the music faded into a faint hum, the laughter of her friends became white noise. All she could hear was the steady breath on the other end of the call.
She tried to speak, opened her mouth even, but no words formed. Her mind went blank. Completely, utterly blank.
“What are you doing in the Bahamas?” His voice flowed through the phone, low and firm.
Ava’s eyes widened. How does he know I’m here?
Panic flared
