“No, it's the way he looks at you, like you're the centre of his universe.”

“That's better." He looks at me and smiles. "It's easier to handle if you're not pussy footing around on the power.”

“Ava, you're driving like Miss Daisy. Will you put your foot down?”

“You're acting like a stranger.”

“No, you're a child because of the way you eat peanut butter. No one over the age of ten should finger dip jars and as I'm being kept in the dark over your age, I assume that you are over ten.”

“You are more than welcome." he winks. "Nothing stands in the way now, does it?”

“No, you're not." He sounds very confident. "Ava, you've found out the worst about me and not run a mile. Well, you did, but you came back." He kisses my forehead. "Do you honestly think I'm bothered about my age?”