“Men always like younger women.” The sour tone had Eve glancing over. “McNab’s only got a couple years on you.” “Because we’re both young. But say when we hit like fifty, he could start eyeballing twenty-year-olds. Of course, if he does, I’ll spoon out his eyeballs and keep them in a glass box on the mantel. That’ll stop that shit.” “I like that one. I’m keeping that one in reserve.”
