“I’m thirty-two,” I blurt out. He puts his free hand over his heart. “Thank God, we’re both legal.” A stunned laugh escapes me. “That doesn’t bother you? That I’m older than you?” “No.” There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in his response. “Does it bother you that I’m younger?” With a gulp, I survey him, getting lost for a heartbeat in those uniquely green eyes. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I dip my chin. “Yes.” His smile returns. “Good.” “Good?” I rear back. “How is that good?” “It means you’re thinking about me in less than decent ways.” He moves in so close I can feel the heat radiating
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