Was he here to tell her what she already knew, that nothing could happen between them?
Or was he, by some miracle, there to say the opposite?
Was it possible that he was here to tell her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, he was going to tell Blake everything and wanted to be with her?
She shook her head. That last one was a long shot, but there was only one way to find out.
Her hand shook as she opened the door and looked up expecting to see the rugged man of her dreams. But her stomach dropped when instead of tall, dark, and dangerous, she saw her sister Viv.
“Hey,” Ava smiled, hoping to disguise her disappointment.
“Who died?” her sister asked.
“What?” Ava had no idea what she was talking about.
“You look like someone just ran over your dog.”
“Oh, it’s just…it’s been a long day.” Ava walked toward the kitchen as her sister came in and made herself at home. “Do you want anything to drink? I was going to open a bottle of wine.”
“Wine? On a Monday night? That’s so un-Ava-like. Does this, pray tell, have anything to do with a certain someone’s ex-wife showing up in town?”
Yes!
“No,” Ava lied.
“Really?” Viv crossed her arms. “Because that’s why I’m here. I wanted to check and make sure you were okay.”
“Of course, I’m okay.” Ava turned her back to her sister so she wouldn’t see her face as she grabbed a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” she asked as she screwed the wine opener into the cork.
“Ummmm, because the man you’re in love with is shacking up with his baby mama, hottie-ex.”
“I’m not in love with him. There’s nothing going on between me and Asher.”
“Really?” Viv repeated sounding just as unconvinced as the first time.
“Yes, really,” Ava maintained as she poured two glasses of wine.
“So, nothing happened between you two?” Viv pushed.
“No.” It was a good thing that Ava wasn’t Pinocchio because her nose would be a mile long by now.
Ava grabbed the glasses and carried them to the couch when she saw Viv was holding a piece of paper. And not just any piece of paper, it was the note that Asher had written to her.
“Lucy, you have some splainin’ to do,” Viv quoted one of their mom’s favorite TV shows I Love Lucy.
“It’s not what you thin—"
“Last night was amazing,” Viv read aloud, cutting her off. “You looked too cute to wake up but I had to go into work. I’ll reach out as soon as I get a chance.”
Ava’s cheeks flushed as she set the glasses down. “Okay, it’s exactly what you think.”
There was no reason to keep lying. And maybe some girl-talk with her sister was exactly what the doctor ordered.
