Free Unexpected Chance by Annalisa Nicole Page B

about Reno?” I ask him.
    “I haven’t heard anything, but no news is good news, right? Look, don’t worry about going to Chicago. I’ll see what we can do from here, and if I have to, I’ll send Ava. You take care of what you need to take care of. You need anything, you ask. Call Max, see if he’s got any news for you,” he says, and leaves my office.
    I take my cell phone out of my briefcase and call Max.
    “Yo,” he answers.
    “Do you have any news for me?” I ask him.
    “I’ve got it under control. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Keep Savvy with you at your house until you hear otherwise,” he says, and hangs up.
    I sit down in my chair. Two seconds later, Ava walks into my office. “Oh for crying out loud,” I say, and stand.
    “Sit down. Don’t get your panties in a wad. I want to talk to you about something from last night,” she says, and takes a seat in a chair across from my desk.
    “What happened last night?” I ask concerned, sitting down.
    “It’s not exactly what happened, but something Savvy said,” she says.
    “Go on,” I push.
    “She said that she’s not like us, and that she’s last week’s trash. We tried to set her straight, but I think she has some pretty deep emotional scars and I think you need to be gentle with her heart. I can see by the look on your face that you see the same thing I see,” she says.
    “You don’t have a clue what I see,” I say angrily.
    “Panties. Bunch. Chill. I was going to say, that for her to put that smile on your face and that same love in your eyes that I feel for Jax, that she’s priceless. She’s not trash, and I’m happy for you both,” she says.
    “I know it’s only been a few days, but really, she’s been a part of this family since Chloe introduced all of us. If I have it my way, I plan on showing her for the rest of my life just how priceless she is,” I tell her.
    “I honestly believe you’ll make that happen,” she says, winks, then leaves my office.
    I work through lunch to make sure I get all of my work done, and leave at four forty-five. I pull up to the spot where I dropped Savvy off this morning and she’s sitting on a bench with her nose buried in a book. I open my door and step out of the car. The noise from the door opening gets her attention. Her face comes up and lights my world. She smiles, packs her messenger bag, and walks to the car.
    We both get in at the same time, and an idea hits me as I drive off.
    “Do you have to work at the bar tonight?” I ask.
    “No, I don’t have to work until Friday night,” she answers.
    “Do you have homework you need to do?” I ask.
    “I always have homework to do, but it won’t take that long. Why?” she asks.
    “Have you ever been to a drive-in?” I ask, getting on the freeway.
    “Is that like a drive thru? Like for dinner?” she asks innocently.
    Again, I can’t help it, I laugh. She’s like a baby just learning to walk. The things that come out of her mouth light my belly on fire.
    “Are you laughing at me again? Man, I’m sure glad someone finds what I say funny,” she says laughing at herself.
    “A drive-in, as in drive-in movie theater,” I explain trying not to laugh too hard.
    “Get out! They still have those?” she says, pushing my arm excitedly.
    “They do, it starts at eight. My mom and dad used to pile all of us kids in the family Suburban on a Friday night with pillows and blankets. My mom would pop popcorn; we’d all sprawl out all over each other. Asher, Adrian and I used to take bets on which one of our sisters would fall asleep first. Without fail it would be Ava, every single time,” I tell her with a chuckle.
    “That sounds like fun, I’ve never been. To be clear though, isn’t there a type of restaurant also called a drive-in where you pull your car up to a parking spot and order food from a board or from a person on roller-skates, you order your food, and they bring it to your car?” she asks.
    “Yes, they do, and I