“How old are you?” “Twenty-two,” I hiccup. “Jesus.” He sucks in a harsh breath and then squeezes me tighter. “That bad?” I let out a trembling laugh. “No, I just—Fuck, my best friend’s kids are twenty-two. Makes me feel old is all.” I wince. Shit. He’s talking about my brother and me and he has no idea. Swallowing back the guilt, I tip my head back and eye him above me. “Believe me, you can keep up.” His chest rumbles behind me. “You bet your ass I can. Why do you think I’m pampering you now? Gotta get you ready for another round.”
