Ava was staring attentively down at her plate of eggs and bacon, wishing she’d taken Molly and Justin up on their breakfast invitation and had postponed her meeting with Lara when a tray was plopped down across from her.
“Mind if I join you?” Silas asked after he’d already taken a seat.
Ava’s lips tugged up in amusement. “Doesn’t look like I get much say in the matter.”
“None really,” he replied with a grin.
The two of them had barely spoken in the two years after her relationship with Marcus had ended. Still, there was something so easy and comfortable about interacting with him that Ava felt as though they’d never stopped.
“How are you doing?” he asked, his grin dissolving into a look of sympathy. “I’m sorry I haven’t reached out since the funeral, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be a
