Maybe you can't see the potential here," he said. "I'm going to impress you, in that case." "I'm already impressed," she said. "It looks like a monumental job. Where I grew up, there were a bunch of old cabins just like this, out on the beach. I was a teenager. They were almost never in use and the local kids used to sneak in. To smoke pot and…other stuff. Then one day they were gone. Razed." "When you were a teenager," he said, shoving the rag back into his pocket. "Last week?" "Hey," she laughed. "I'm talking ten years ago." "In which case, you don't age." "Why don't you just ask?" she challenged him. "Okay. How old are you? Exactly?" "Twenty-five. And you?" "One hundred and ten." She laughed again. When she did, she threw her head back and that braid rippled down her back. "Yeah, I thought you were probably really old. How old?" "Thirty-eight. Pretty well out of your range." "That depends," she said with a shrug. "On?" "On whether I have a range." Oh God, he thought weakly. She liked him. Not a little teasing, but private flirting, just between the two of them. Luke was a man with few scruples and even less control. It wasn't a good idea for her to do this. She was too alluring for her own good.
( Robyn Carr )
[ Temptation Ridge ]
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