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Me: Nothing but the best for you.
And I mean that; I want to give her the world.
Ava: Ah, how sweet…
I can just see her face and hear her sarcastic tone. A smile stretches across my face. Damn, this girl makes me happy.
Me: Funny girl is back, and just so you know, I like her too.
Ava: I’m glad. Thanks again for the ticket.
Me: Anytime.
Ava: By the way, what’s your last name?
Oh no. I understand why she might want to know, and I do know hers, but if I tell her and she just by chance googles Ashton, there’s a good possibility photos of me will come up and I’m not ready for that yet.
Me: Nice try there, detective, but I’m not telling.
Ava: That’s not fair, you know mine.
Me: I do, and I promise I’ll tell you everything next time I see you.
Ava: Everything? Do you have a criminal record?
A loud laugh escapes me and echoes throughout the truck.
Me: Let me guess . . . Are you a reporter?
Ava: Nope. Actually despise them.
I wonder why?
Me: Me too.
She’s going to hate them even more once they catch wind of her. Anxiety washes through as it occurs to me that I might need to hire her a bodyguard. Some of these people from the media can get handsy. Just the thought makes me see red.
My phone chimes.
Ava: Aren’t you driving?
Me: Yes.
Ava: Then you can’t talk to me! Should you crash and die, I’ll be left hanging and never find out who you really are!
I laugh at her reasoning, but I’m certain if she really wanted to know, she’d figure it out. After all, Clay and Emma probably exchanged information.
Me: LOL. Fair point. Text me when you land?
I need to know when I’m going to talk to her again, and I need her to know that I want to.
Ava: Yes. :)
Me: Looking forward to it.
Walking into the house, I head straight for the living room and pull my grandfather’s guitar off the wall. I don’t know why I’m nervous to play it, but I am. It’s only been two months; it’s not like it’s been three years.
Sitting on the couch, Whiskey curls up and places his head on one foot. His eyes are droopy and he looks depressed, and I can’t help but think I know exactly how he feels.
