“No.”
It was obvious that Ava wasn’t happy with his response, but he’d told her the truth; telling her what Gunner had come up with for her sister and friends, would be giving her information there was no reason for her to know.
“Ava…”
“Look, I get it, okay? That doesn’t mean I like it. Are they in danger because of me?”
“The whole idea is to keep them out of danger.”
Ava’s eyes filled with tears, and he covered her hand with his.
“It’s just that I can’t believe all this is happening just because I accidentally stumbled on a meeting that Dash was having with some thug.”
Razor had read the report of what Ava had seen and overheard, and she’d more than stumbled on a meeting. She’d witnessed Dash handing over sensitive information along with him receiving the payoff for it. If the “thug,” as she’d called him, had realized she was witnessing the hand off, she’d be dead. That Dash didn’t kill her meant one of two things. Either he didn’t have the balls, or he still cared about her.
“I’m not the one who called in the anonymous tip either,” she told him.
That, he’d known too.
When their food arrived, Ava took a few bites and pushed the rest around her plate.
“I thought you were always hungry,” he said, trying to tease her into a better mood.
“I’m sorry.”
Razor signaled the waiter and ask for the check and for their food to be packaged to go.
“Let’s go,” he said once the waiter had returned with a to-go bag. “We need to pick up a few things in town before we head to the coast.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Actually, you won’t. There are four stores in Yachats, and not a single one sells women’s clothing.”
“I really don’t feel like shopping.”
“You don’t have to.”
She raised an eyebrow and Razor thought maybe he’d even seen a hint of a smile.
—:—
At the first store, he picked out two pairs of jeans and a sweatshirt.
“These work,” she said, coming out of the dressing room to find him waiting for her.
“Try these too,” he said, exchanging what she had in her arms for what he had in his.
“I don’t need—”
He leveled a mock glare at her, so she turned around and went back into the dressing room.
“These are fine too,” she said when she came back out, but Razor wasn’t there. She saw him up at the cash register, handing the woman a credit card.
“These too,” he said, taking the clothes out of Ava’s hands when she walked up to him.
“It’s too much money, Tabon. Please. I don’t need all this.”
“Don’t worry about it.”