Smokey, page 28
She began blushing again. He was rough around the edges, but he sounded completely sincere.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“How old are you?”
“Are guys supposed to ask that?” She felt surprisingly comfortable talking with him.
“I just did.”
“Twenty-sex.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Twenty-sex. Sorry. Twenty-six.”
Callie wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
“Just a baby,” he said, amusement in his eyes. “I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t keep away.”
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