Chapter Twelve
Ava
The same day in California.
“Wow,” Melody said.
“Double wow.” Trisha stirred the spoon in her ice cream.
“Yeah, had me ready to give my Social Security and bank account number.”
“Damn. Blaze Newton?”
“Yes, and I keep thinking about him.”
“So call him.”
“No, I can't.”
“Why not?”
Trisha wanted to hang out, and I’d been stuck catching up at work since we’d gotten back from Miami, so Melody and I came to meet her at the ice cream shop. Since we finished the workday, I had plans on hanging with my family since I was back in town.
“For one I hate him.”
“You hate him but fell on his d**k,” Trisha muttered low, and I tossed my napkin at her.
“Shut up, Trisha.”
“What? It’s true.”
“You're supposed to tell me You’re right, don’t fall on the dick.”
“Come on, it has
