Ava's POV
It had been another long day at Blackwell Industries. My eyes felt heavy as I trudged through the front door of our apartment, dropping my bag with a dull thud on the floor. My head was pounding from hours of staring at my computer screen, and my back ached from sitting in that rigid office chair.
All I could think about was the giant presentation looming over me, the one I still had to finish before tomorrow. Deadlines, contracts, and the idea of a room full of board members watching my every move made my brain feel like it was going to explode.
The smell of something delicious hit me before I even made it to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, surprised. There was Liam, my incredibly handsome husband, standing at the stove with an apron tied around his waist, a spatula in
