She shrugs her small shoulders and looks up at me. “I just never wanted anybody else. I kept waiting to feel something for someone, but everybody just acted so stupid and young, and I wasn’t attracted to any of them.” She runs her fingers over my shoulders and arms, trailing her nails down my tattooed arms. “I knew you were the man for me the second I laid eyes on you. All this tatted-up muscle and the grumpy look on your face, I was a goner,” she says with a laugh.

“I’m more than twice your age,” I remind her. “And I only looked grumpy because I could sense you...