“We’ll get there, but it seems like you’ve been with a string of shitty guys lately. As the oldest man you’ll have slept with, I feel it’s my duty to promise you better things going forward. And that starts with a drink.” “Bold of you to assume you’ll be the oldest guy I’ve slept with. I banged a seventy-five-year-old last year.” “You’re joking.” I grin. “I am. But it was worth lying about just to see your reaction.” “Brat,” he murmurs again, and I’m starting to love that word.
