CHAPTER 59
Ava’s POV
The moment I heard the unfamiliar voices downstairs, every nerve in my body locked up.
Without thinking, I had abandoned the counter and hurried upstairs, shutting my bedroom door behind me before leaning my entire weight against it. My breathing came in shallow pulls as I stared at nothing, forcing myself to inhale… then exhale… over and over again.
The federal agents came back like they said they would.
The last time I had seen that Officer called, Mercer, I had been standing inside Cain’s bedroom wearing his oversized shirt, pretending to be the woman sharing his bed. They had left believing I was Cain Harlow’s girlfriend.
If they walked into the bar now and found me working as an ordinary waitress instead, questions would start piling up. They weren’t stupid
