Chapter 46. Enzo’s Back

Ava

Amanda’s eyebrow arched, that knowing look making my stomach flip. “He could’ve fooled me with the way he was looking at you last night. The kid’s still whipped.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the tiny smirk tugging at my lips.

Jason had always been easy to wind up. I stood, legs a little shaky, and padded barefoot to the kitchen, Amanda following like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, tossed her one.

“So,” she said, twisting the cap off, eyes never leaving me. “What now, trouble?”

I leaned against the counter, cold water bottle pressed to my neck, letting the chill sink into my skin while I watched Amanda sip hers.

The kitchen felt different with her