*Rasmus*
She turns. Her eyes are dry but her jaw is set the way it gets when she's bracing for impact. "What if the organization doesn't see the difference?"
"Then they're wrong." I let the words land without softening them. "And we deal with that when we get there. But you don't get to use the age gap as a reason to believe Ginnie betrayed you. Those are separate things."
Ava studies my face. Whatever she's looking for, she seems to find it.
"You're very certain," she says.
"I'm certain about you."
She kisses me then, quick and almost defiant, like she's proving something to herself. I let her set the pace. When she pulls back, some of the tension has gone from her shoulders.
"Okay," she says. "No more spiraling about the age thing. At least not until we figure out who sent that em
