Chapter 13
“Happy birthday,” Reynaud proclaimed the moment Burke walked into the living room Thursday night, two years after they had moved into their home.
“Thank you, I think. I’m not sure turning thirty is that great.”
“It’s hardly old,” Reynaud countered before giving him a hug.
“From your standpoint probably not.” Burke smiled and kissed him. “Still, from the way people at work treated me you’d think I was teetering on the edge of middle-age.”
“Making you two-hundred and forty-nine. You don’t look a day over…thirty.” Reynaud grinned.
“Stop trying to cheer me up,” Burke grumbled. Then he laughed. “Okay, in your terms that’s true.”
“Why don’t you go up and change into something a bit dressier than your jeans and shirt. We’re going out.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
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