27 Truths: Ava's story (The Truth About Love Book 1) by Mj Fields Page B

cleaning between my legs.
    “Sorry about that.”
    “It’s fine.” I nod and smile.
    “You didn’t seem fine,” he says, washing himself off.
    “T, I thought you were mad at me.”
    “Mad at you?” He chuckles. “For making me come? That’s absurd.”
    I smile as he seems to be searching my face.
    “Ava Links, you are my goddess.” He cups my chin. “Even more so now than before. Let me be the guy who makes you forget your heart was ever broken.”
    “Who says it was ever broken?” I force a smile.
    “You don’t ever have to pretend with me.”
    For some reason, I believe him.

EIGHT
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Love isn’t always easy. You have to work at it every day.
— Paige Steele
    I lie in bed, looking at the clock. I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. I am giddy because T, hot, hung, and handsome rock star drummer, wants me. And apparently, he wants me for more than today, and I know we could have such fun together.
    I also know that means Luke Lane was not the last person I was with and that Luke Lane more than likely saw T’s vehicle in my driveway, so Luke Lane now knows I am a woman of my word … which also makes me feel like a complete and total slut bucket.
    As I look at the ceiling, I do it trying my absolute Ava best to make me feel better about sleeping with two guys in two days. Clearly, though, I suck at it.
    I roll over to my side, closing my eyes, and reach for Bingo, my blanket that I clearly need because I can smell it. But when I reach for it, it’s gone.
    I lie across the pillow to reach on the floor for it and realize it’s the pillow that has that smell, the one that’s home and love and all things Bingo is to me.
    Too exhausted to get off my bed and look for the thing, I settle on hugging the Bingo scented pillow and quickly I allow myself to sleep.
    Sometime later, there is a knock on the door, and then it opens. “Ava, you have a package.”
    I roll to my back and look at Logan. “What?”
    “It’s downstairs.”
    “Okay, thanks.”
    He doesn’t leave. “Are you gonna open it?”
    I close my eyes. “No, I’m going back to sleep.”
    “Can I?”
    My eyes snap open. “Do you need to?”
    “It’s a big fucking box, Ava, so yeah, I wanna see what’s in it.”
    I close my eyes. “Go ahead.”
    “Well, at least come down and see what it is.”
    “For someone who can’t stand Christmas, why is a box so damn important?”
    He walks over and stretches out his hand. “Come on, Ava. Someone sent you something. Let’s hope it’s from a man. I don’t want you living here alone with ten cats.”
    I grab his hand and pull myself up. “Why? Do you have plans to fill this house up with little Lond—”
    “Don’t start with me.” He scowls.
    “Fine,” I grumble as I stomp dramatically out of the room.
    When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I see a box, a huge box, and I look at Logan.
    “How the hell do you ignore that?”
    I walk around it and see a small box that says Box 1 , another that says Box 2 , and a 3 is on the large box.
    “I need a knife,” I tell Logan.
    He pulls a pocket knife out of his pocket as he walks over to me. “I got it. You’ll cut yourself.” He cuts the tape and hands the box to me.
    I pry it open and pull out a note card and an iPad mini.
    Follow the instructions to a T in order for this act to happen as planned.
    Press record on the video recorder.
    After cutting box two free, Logan hands it to me and then presses record.
    I open the next box and pull out another note card and read it.
    Press play on song number one.
    I look at Logan who shakes his head.
    “Press play,” I say, unable to hide my smile.
    James Bay’s song “I Need the Sun to Break” plays.
    “I know this song. ‘ I’m halfway gone. Sleepless, I’m battle warn. You’re all I want, so bring me the dawn ’.”
    Logan laughs as I sing.
    “Don’t laugh at me, Logan. I at least get an E for effort.”
    “Come on, stop messing around.” He seems more eager than I am to see