Andrew
I stared at Saxton. “That’s what our society tells us, that women age faster than men, but that doesn’t mean it’s true.”
Saxton turned to me, languidly tossing his arm over the back of his chair. “If a guy can still get up with a twenty-five-year-old when he’s fifty, shouldn’t he? Andrew, man, you should understand this better than anyone else.”
I felt my lips draw tight against my teeth. “Mine and Lanie’s age difference has nothing to do with us getting along. She’s the first woman younger than me that I’ve ever been interested in.”
“Let’s just move on,” Bob cut in, sending an irritated look Saxton’s way.
“Fine.” Saxton tested out his bourbon and smacked his lips. “We’ll agree to disagree.”
Bob’s eyes briefly connected with mine, and I felt compelled to mouth “sorry” but kept
