‘Please, please rescue me,’ she said, hands clasped tightly together, pleading. ‘Ben’s still at work and Ava is having one hell of a tantrum. I thought she was getting too old for this, but she’s having a complete meltdown and won’t take any notice of me.’ Now this was something Evan felt sure he could handle: a four-year-old girl who was totally besotted with her cool uncle. This would be a breeze compared to what he had been trying to get his head around these past few days. He pulled Ava’s favourite bunny, Mr Snuggles, from Holly’s hand. ‘Reinforcements,’ he assured her. Tentatively, he turned the door handle to the bedroom, crouched down, and pushed the bunny’s nose, then cheeks and whiskers around the side of the door frame. He chuckled quietly; the light relief felt as though he’d had a sprinkling of fairy dust at Ava’s door – the dust that she made out of glitter and torn up rose petals, insisting it was magic.
