Lisa sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching as Ava paced back and forth, recounting the events of the night before with far too much enthusiasm for Lisa’s liking.
“So let me get this straight,” Ava said, her hands flying in animated gestures. “You called Miguel McGrath—of all people—and he actually came to get you. And not only did he bring you home, but he also had your car sent back to you today?”
Lisa groaned, sinking deeper into the cushions, her face buried in her hands. “Ava, please. Stop repeating it. I still can’t get over the shame.”
Ava ignored her, flopping down beside her with an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t get why you’re so embarrassed. I think it’s kind of romantic.”
Lisa shot her a sharp look. “Romantic?”
“Yes! Think about it—Miguel McGrath, the ever-so-serious busines
