“He wasn’t afraid you’d try again?”
“No.” David shook his head. “He knew I was terrified of him.” He chuckled. “He knew.”
“How old are you?”
“Huh?” She’d caught him off guard again and he stared into her soft eyes. They were so gentle, so kind.
She smiled at him. “I asked how old you are. You’ve been through so much, and yet you don’t seem very old.”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“And are they, in this case?”
He wanted to tell her everything, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that just yet. “You could say that,” he hedged.
“So how old are you?” She leaned forward, resting her chin on the palms of her hands.
He swallowed hard. Her movement had brought her upper body closer to his, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. He inhaled sharply and caught the fruity scent of her shampoo
