“Risky,” he says, flicking through the channels as I roll my eyes.

“There’s hardly anyone around on a Sunday.”

He exhales, tilting his head my way. “When are you going to tell her, mate? You can’t go on dodging bullets. And you definitely don’t want her to figure it out on her own.”

I know he’s right. “I’m working on it.” I need to make a list of all the things I need to share and what order I need to share them in. I’ll start there. In the meantime, I’ll focus on helping Ava reach the same conclusion she reached last night. I need that. “Enjoy the rest of your day,” I say sardonically. “Will I be seeing a request to pause your membership?”

He laughs loudly. “Calm down,” he says. “Unlike you, I’m not planning on stalking a woman until she agrees to be at my beck and call twenty-four/seven.”

“You haven’t got as many demons as me to restrain,” I grumble, leaving Sam to go find Ava. I pass Kate in the hallway and she smirks. I stop and follow her with my eyes. “What’s that look for?” I ask, raging with curiosity.

“No look.”

“Where’s Ava?”

“Looking for her pills in the kitchen.”

My eyes shoot so fast toward the kitchen door, I nearly lose them in the back of my head. Looking for her pills? More pills? How many does she keep? I approach the doorway quietly, finding her scratching through a drawer, muttering and cursing under her breath.

She stops. Frowns at the contents of the drawer. Then slams it shut. “I always keep them in my makeup bag.”

Oh? Good to know. “Problem?”

She startles. “I can’t find my pills.”

Good. I shake my head to myself. I’m deplorable. There’s time for this little fuckup of mine to be rectified; she can’t fall pregnant after missing one pill. Can she?

But . . . “Find them later,” I say. This is a sign. An omen. The fates are speaking. They don’t want her taking those pills either.