Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

“How old are you?” She tilts her head. “Twenty-one. How old are you?” “Thirty-one,” I answer. “Ew, you’re in your thirties?” The fuck? “It’s not like I said I was sixty,” I snap. “Still . . . thirties, so old.” “It’s not that fucking old,”