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‘I think,’ Ava said, once they got back to her apartment, ‘that I want to sleep alone tonight.’
It was difficult for her to say it, but necessary, and she watched as Mat dropped his keys dejectedly onto the counter. Behind him the dishes were stacked in the sink and the counter was crowded with spatulas, bowls, a thermometer, a baster, a clogged garlic press, and her Inquisitive Tongs.
‘Oh,’ Mat said softly, ‘okay,’ and she immediately wanted to take it back.
‘Dinner was so nice,’ she said, correcting her tone. ‘I think I just need a little space to think about everything. Emily, the meeting.’
‘I…’ Mat said, rubbing the back of his head again. ‘Okay. I mean, did you have any questions? Because I could probably answer them. I know it’s a lot to take in, and questions are only natura
