“Ava!” He jumped up and sprinted across his office to catch her before she disappeared. She’d stopped when she heard his voice, though, and peeked her head in the door. “I’m glad you’re here. I was going to call you later. I wanted to thank you for being there for Tara last night. She must have been a wreck, huh?” “Anybody would be, right?” He beckoned her inside. “That’s for sure.” She kissed his cheek. “You don’t usually work on Saturdays, do you?” “I needed to take care of a few things.” He’d been sitting at home making himself crazy worrying about Tara. He thought coming to work might take his mind off of her, but it hadn’t worked. Sitting in one of the guest chairs, Ava said, “Tara told me you tried to talk her into staying with you.” “Yeah, but she wouldn’t go for it.” He claimed the leather chair next to her. “Did you have any luck getting through to her?” He was going for casual, but he failed miserably. Lines appeared on Ava’s forehead, and she leaned in closer.
