“Yes. I have three. I’m the oldest. Tristan and Ryker live in Los Angeles, and Kiaran in Costa Rica.” “Speaking of age…” I start, earning a barely visible smile from him. “You’re twenty-six, right?” “Yes.” We walk inside the parking lot, where Kendrick is waiting for us and already opening the back trunk. “That’s not bad. Carter’s thirty-five,” I whisper and give Kendrick the bags. “Thank you.”
