I see Duke hanging out at the end of the bar. I steer Ava toward the other end of the counter, but I’m too late. Duke’s eyebrows pop up when he sees us. Smiling, he saunters over. “Well hey, y’all.” Ava glances up at me. Her brows are pulled together in question. “Ava, this is my younger brother Duke,” I explain. Duke holds out his hand. “I’m the handsome one.” “The cockiest for sure.” I roll my eyes.
