“So that’s why you were so distraught about not having your Tide pen on you. When I’m with her”—Ava nods at Junie, who’s helping Ella up onto the wooden picnic bench beside her—“I always throw one in my bag.” “It makes laundry so much easier when you pretreat those stains, you know?” “Wow,” she says. I look up to see Ava staring at me. Maybe I gotta get out more with her. She feeling this energy between us too? “What?” I ask. She slowly shakes her head, a funny look on her face. “Just—that might be the sexiest thing to ever come out of a man’s mouth.”
