“No, I guess you can’t. But I’m still trying to figure out why you don’t have some sweet young thing waiting for you in LA. Or several, for that matter.”
“I don’t know what you think about me, Maddy, but it’s not my style to play around.”
“I don’t think you play around.” Maddy stared across the bay, wondering if the weekend had to end. “I think you’re a handsome, charming, hot young man. The sort of young man who would be spending time with young ladies who aren’t old enough to be his mother.”
The last thing she expected was to feel him chuckle behind her.
“Trust me. I definitely don’t think of you as anything remotely like my mother.” One large bronze hand covered hers where it gripped the railing. “I date, yeah. But I don’t have a type like you seem to think I do. I like women who ar
