“Are we really taking the entire day off?” she eyed Nick curiously. She shivered as they started to walk. The sky was clear, and it was the kind of day her father would describe as too cold to even snow.
“We are.”
“Have you ever spent a day where you didn’t work even for a minute of it?”
“Not since nineteen-seventy-eight.” He was holding Grier’s hand as they walked from the ranch into town.
“Are you really so old?”
“I am.”
“Do you find me immature?”
He paused in his steps and turned to look at her curiously. “What?”
“I’m a third your age. For most people, dating someone a third your age means dating someone who is emotionally, mentally, and intellectually on a completely different level. You’ve lived through two world wars, Nick!”
He chuckled as he resumed his walking, “yes I have
