(Callum)
By Wednesday evening, I was beginning to suspect that the universe had a sense of humor.
A cruel one.
The kind that waited until you finally decided to do the right thing before placing temptation directly in front of you every five minutes.
I had agreed to another dinner with Ava.
I had continued creating distance with Clara.
I had done everything correctly.
And somehow I still felt like I was losing a battle that nobody else even knew existed.
I sat in my office reviewing research reports when someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I stated.
The door opened.
Ava stepped inside carrying two coffee cups.
A smile appeared on her face immediately.
“I brought a peace offering.”
I looked at the cups.
Then at her.
“Should I be concerned?”
“Probably.”
I laughed quietl
