“Was that your mom with you?” “My mom?” He sounds and looks surprised, and I feel stupid all of a sudden. “I saw you with a woman when I was talking to Moore. I thought…” I fall silent, noticing Clay’s lips tremble. He’s trying hard not to laugh, and I scowl. “What’s so funny?” “That’s not my mom. I hooked up with her last night—” I don’t let him finish, untangling myself from him and scooting away. “Hey? What’s wrong with you? Ava?” Giggling comes out on its own, loud and infectious. Clay cracks a smile too, shaking his head as he watches me with amusement.
