“But you’re getting dangerously close to the ugly truth, the one I hide from everyone.” “There’s nothing ugly about you, Colt.” “You don’t know—” Ava interrupts me, grinning. “True, but I intend to fix that.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Looking forward to it.” I lick my lips. “What did you want to ask?” “Do you like me?” Do I tell her the truth or laugh it off? If I want her in my life, there is only one option. “Yeah, I do. I like you. I thought I’d made it embarrassingly obvious.”
