“Do we have a deal?” She nodded. “Deal.” Then she tilted her head in contemplation. “How much older?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Much older.” “Like fourteen?” I shook my head again. “Older.” “Fifteen?” “Definitely older.” She pursed her lips. “Sixteen?” I straightened and held out my hand. She took it so I could pull her to her feet. “Older.”
