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“Are you kicking me out again? Because I’m staying.”
“What?” Her brows furrowed.
“You need to eat, and I’m not going anywhere until I make sure that happens.”
“Grayson, I’m fine. I can make myself something.”
“Nah. You need your rest. What kind of food do you like? I’ll order anything you want.”
“Grayson, really—”
“Shh.” I placed my finger over her lips. “We’re having dinner together.”
“Fine. I could go for some Thai food. There’s a great place around the corner.” She walked to the kitchen, opened a drawer, and pulled out a menu. “I’ll have the Pad Almond with chicken, medium spice. Don’t forget the spring rolls. I’m going to take an Epsom salt bath, so make yourself comfortable. There’s beer in the refrigerator or hard liquor in the cabinet. It’s your choice.”
“Do you need any help?” I grinned.
“I can manage on my own.” A smirk crossed her lips.
After placing our order, I looked around her apartment, noting how beautifully decorated it was. I’d noticed it somewhat the night I was here. But I was in and out so fast that I didn’t get a chance to really take a look. Walking over to one of the end tables, I picked up a picture of her and an older man, whom I presumed was her father. My phone pinged, and when I pulled it from my pocket, I had a text message from Gabriel.
“I’m at the hospital checking on one of my patients. There’s no emergency, and one of the nurses said you left with a woman. What the hell is going on, bro?”
“Ava was in a car accident and brought in by ambulance. I drove her home.”
“Is she okay?”
“A few scrapes and bruises. I just ordered us some food, and I’ll be home later.”
“Okay. So that you know, we’re having a brotherly chat when you get home. I’ll be waiting for you.”
I rolled my eyes and slipped my phone into my pocket. The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, the delivery guy stood there with our food.
“Thanks.” I pulled out some cash from my wallet and handed it to him.
“You’re welcome, sir. Have a good night.”
“You too.” I shut the door.
Setting the bag of food on the kitchen counter, I opened her cabinets until I found the plates.
“Is the food here?” Ava asked as she walked in, wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms and a black tank top.
“It sure is. How was your bath?” I smiled.
“Relaxing.” She grabbed a couple of forks from the drawer, set them on the plates, and took them over to the table.
I brought the food to the table and sat down across from her.
“Did you decorate this place yourself?” I asked as I plated my food.
“Yes.” A bright smile crossed her lips.
“It’s really nice. You did a great job. You have an eye for décor.”
“I hope so since I’m an interior decorator.” She smirked.
“You are?” I cocked my head as the corners of my mouth curved upward.
