AVA’S POV

I sat across from Austin, watching the way he tapped his fingers against the table. The restaurant was dimly lit, cool music played in the background.

He looked comfortable, sitting there in a dark suit, smiling like we were old friends. I forced myself to relax even though I was really uncomfortable.

The waiter had just walked away after serving coffee. I grabbed the cup, needed something to be in my hands.

Austin leaned forward slightly. “I’m glad you came, Ava.”

I nodded ...