“That’s my girl.Live a good life, Ava.”
“Oh my goodness, Luke’s massaging your arm! Isn’t that sweet? Good Ava trilled in my ear. Jump him! Rip his pants off! Bad Ava shouted in my other ear.”
“Do you know what that’s like? How good it feels? For once in my life, someone wants me.”
“I hate you,” I declared.“You don’t.”“I do.”“Okay, maybe whoever this new Ava is does but she’s a bitch and I don’t give a fuck if she hates me. The old Ava doesn’t hate me and she’s in there somewhere, I saw her five minutes ago and that’s who I'm keeping safe.”
“Ava, you're asking me not to touch you. That goes against all of my instincts.”
“Ava, when a man gets a calculator out at the end of a meal to work out what you owe. It's usually not a good sign.”