“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.”

“I'm a child because I like peanut butter?”

“Ask if they have peanut butter.”

“You're so handsome." I mumble dreamily, as he starts working the cream over every inch of my back. "I think I'll keep you forever.”

“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?”

“Damn you, Jesse Ward, of an age I don't know!”

“I couldn't find you. I thought you had left. I had a hundred heart attacks in ten minutes, Ava. Why were you in the other bedroom?”