Chapter 85 Another Time

• Ava
• I turned to find Chris standing in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the chaos that had once been my tidy little cottage. Tools scattered across every available surface, puddles of water and paint splatters decorating the floors, various home repair supplies strewn about in organized disarray.
• And there I stood in the middle of it all, my overalls completely disheveled and my hair askew, sweat beading on my brow—and the biggest shit-eating grin that I could possibly muster plastered across my face.