Ava’s Pov
“Are you spying on me?”
Somehow, Ethan got a photo of my supervisor, Mr. Dillon, and I laughing at a stupid joke I made while at work. As far as I was aware, Ethan had not come in to the restaurant at all during my shifts.
“I did.” Ethan admitted, “But you’ve been coming home late and tired. I wanted to know what my wife has been getting herself into.”
“I was at work!” I defended, zooming in on the picture to show Ethan I was wearing an apron and gloves. “I got a job at a little restaurant as a pastry chef.”
Ethan c****d his head to the side very slightly.
“Why would you need a job?” He asked, as though he genuinely couldn’t believe I wanted to work. “If you need money you only have to ask, I will give you whatever you need.”
His voice was soft. My pride got the bett
