She began blushing again. He was rough around the edges, but he sounded completely sincere.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“How old are you?”
“Are guys supposed to ask that?” She felt surprisingly comfortable talking with him.
“Twenty-sex.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Twenty-sex. Sorry. Twenty-six.”
“Just a baby,” he said, amusement in his eyes. “I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t keep away.”
End of sample chapter
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