I push the doubts aside, focusing on the task at hand. "What brings you here, Ivy?" I ask, injecting a note of authority into my voice. "Lucas mentioned you asked for me specifically."
"Always straight to the point, aren't you, Ava?"
Was I? I don't really remember our past encounters that way. It always felt as though I were dancing around her, never sure what she really thought of me.
"I just wanted to make sure you were doing well. Clayton said you would likely be with the Westwood Pack. It's been a long time, and I had no way of contacting you since you left your phones behind."
The way she speaks makes it sound as though I'd left them behind on purpose.
I push aside the nagging unease about Ivy as Lucas guides me to the table. As we sit, she takes a seat across from us, her smile still warm and inviting. It's this warmth that throws me off balance, making me question my earlier impressions.
