CHAPTER 9
Cain’s POV
Before Ava could counter what I had said, Mara came in through the beaded curtains, her eyes curiously darting from me to Ava.
“Hey, you done in the garage?”
I turned my gaze away from Ava, settling it on Mara. “No. I came for my sauce.” I replied, locking my eyes back on Ava, but she immediately avoided my gaze while she pretended to clean the wine glasses.
Mara leaned forward, lowering her voice, “I thought we agreed you’d eat your meals without it,”
“Turns out bland food disgusts me more than I imagined.”
“Cain…” Mara pressed.
But I cut her off, “Just get it for me.”
She hesitated for a while before walking into the kitchen.
I turned back to Ava, her back was facing me this time around. I knew she was trying hard not to look at me. But I stayed rooted
