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“Have you called Mona?” Emma cuts her off.
Who’s Mona?
“No. I wanted to call you first.” Ava’s fingers return to tapping on her leg.
“Have you looked at the calendar?”
Ava squeezes her eyes closed. I should be looking at the road and not at her. “No, but I already know.”
“How many?” Emma asks.
“Three.” The word echoes through the truck cab like cannon fire.
Three what?I’m so confused by their conversation.
“Shit,” Emma says under her breath.
“Tell me about it.” The fake upbeat tone Ava has been attempting vanishes.
“I don’t know what to say right now. I’m shocked, upset for you, and overwhelmed.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Ava says defensively.
“Oh, Av, I know.” Emma lets out a sigh. “And I’m so sorry you’re hurt.”
Ava sniffs. “Please call Mona for me. I can’t deal with her.” Ava hugs her arm closer to her chest.
“Okay, Cora and I will take care of everything.”
“I really appreciate it. I need a few days to wrap my head around this, and then I’ll give her a call.”
“I really think I should stay with you,” Emma pleads.
“No, don’t. I’ll be fine.”
Will she be fine? I hadn’t thought about her needing extra help, and sheisgoing to need it.
“Where are you calling me from?” Emma asks.
“Ash’s phone.” Ava glances over at me and gives me a small smile. God, I love her smile.
“Ash, as in the same Ash we spent yesterday with?” Emma’s tone is slightly accusatory and I’m not sure I like it.
“Yep.” Ava’s smile gets a little bigger and my heart thumps a little harder.
“Why are you with him?” Emma mutters my name to Cora, and Cora animatedly yells, “What?!”
Huh?
“He saw me fall and took me to the doctor.” Her smile fades a little. Not being ready to break the connection, I reach over and place my hand over hers. Instead of pulling away from me, her fingers tangle with mine. I know it’s such a small thing, but coming from her, I’m elated.
“Be careful,” Emma warns.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?My eyebrows furrow in confusion, and Ava pulls on my hand bringing my eyes from the road back to hers. They are soft, letting me know she feels cared for and not afraid. But why would she be afraid of me?
“I will, don’t worry about it.”
“I am worried about you . . .” she trails off.
