Could this have been any more embarrassing? Zoe didn’t know. All she did know was that she thought she would rather have admitted the truth behind the creation of her consort to the judge-y older man she’d first imagined, rather than the actual Evan McAllister.
Damn, he was smoking hot. She hadn’t even contemplated that possibility, mostly because she’d just assumed that someone who wielded his powers and had his kind of responsibility had to be someone a lot older than she was. All right, he still had to have a few years on her, looked to be somewhere in his late twenties, maybe as much as thirty, but that wasn’t such a big age difference, was it?
She told herself that even entertaining such a thought was crazy. Evan had to be way too old to be considered consort material, or surely the
