Paul cleared his throat and looked around the room. His eyes lit up when he found a group of old photos on the mantle.
"Is this you?" he asked, amusement thick in his voice.
This time Ace couldn't stop the blush. "Yep. Me in all my curly glory."
"You were adorable." Paul studied Ace's face and hair. "Does it still get curly like that?"
"In a heartbeat," Ace sighed. "Makes me look like an unkempt frat boy, so I keep it trimmed."
"That's too bad. I bet it would feel great through my fingers."
Gulp.
"Is this your sister in the photo with you?" Paul asked, seemingly oblivious to the rush he just sent through Ace.
"Yeah. Sonya. My big sis." He needed to call her. Hell, he needed to go visit them in Colorado and remind her sons who their favorite uncle was.
"Sonya and Acelin," Paul said
