“I’ve never been on a date,” I said. Tex stilled a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that? You’re thirty-three!” He rubbed his ears as if they were clogged. “Dating seemed to be a waste of time. I had far more important things to do.” Tex’s mouth dropped open. He stared at me as if I’d grown another head. “But it was your idea to go on a date.” I nodded. “You’re the most important thing to me.”
