Sliding into the driver’s side, he cuts me a curious look and frowns. “What?” “I think most people would be surprised by what a gentleman you are when no one’s looking.” He huffs out a short laugh. “Yeah, that’s me. Helping little old ladies cross the street and minding my language in polite company.” There’s more to being a gentleman than limiting four-letter words. “I’ve actually seen you helping a little old lady. And she adored you for it.”
