Chapter 7
“I’m getting too old for s*x,” Philip says to me ten minutes later when we are propped up in bed, listening to the wind thrashing the holly bushes outside the bedside window.
He sips his whiskey.
I turn to him, grinning. “Too old?”
“As old as time,” he whispers, leaning into my mouth with his boozy breath and kissing me.
I place my hands on his cheek. “Age is just a number. You’ll always be my silver fox.”
He slides a hand over mine, grinning. “I’m the luckiest fellow in the world to have someone as special as you.” He takes the last gulp of booze, swallows back noisily, and sets the glass down on the bedside coaster.
I curl up next to him. “I think you have that backwards.” I stare at my handsome man.
“I just never thought—” The words trail off and then he says, “So, how
