LEIGH
Ava was glowing, and it was my favorite view, not seeing London for the first time.
She had her stunning legs pressed together. The dress was short, so half her thighs were exposed and distracting while she faced toward the window.
When one looked at her, it was no secret that she had improved here. Susan knew this, that's why she had us come. If Ava won't go to therapy, she would get it in the most heartwarming way.
We were tailing the van ahead. Ava and I, in the low hum of the McLaren Dad, thoughtfully got me after I had asked for it back at Vegas while we loaded in luggage.
Ava tapped the glass, drawing my attention. "That alley up there? You see it!"
"Yeah."
She smiled previously back at me. "Mum and I used to cut through it after her late shifts. Do not go there. I bet i
