“Oh, my bad, sweetheart. I’ll have them send the remaining ten tomorrow then,” a smirk ticked up at the corner of his mouth.

“Zac,” Ava groused and swatted his chest. “If you do that, then you’re leaving me no other choice than to sell them,”

“And you’re leaving me no other choice than to buy them again, Tinkerbell,” he insisted with a broad wink, pulling Ava closer to his chest.

Ava lost the urge to argue with him further and just stared deep into his brown eyes without saying anything.

“Come on, babe. Don’t give that look,” he leaned his face closer and his breath lingered around the tip of...