“Seriously. I’ll wager you aren’t ten years older than me.” “I bet I am.” “So what? So when I’m eighty, you’ll be ninety. It’s just a number.” I relaxed on a pile of pillows on my end of the boat. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the sunshine’s warmth on my face with the intermittent quack of ducks floating on the cool breeze. “I’m just saying, I’m not sure your eighty-year-old self will enjoy being chased by a gaggle of ninety-year-old women at the old folks’ home.” “And I’m just saying if you were there, I’d let you catch me.” SmartHumorousHappily Ever AfterBanterContemporary Romance Love StoryLaugh Out LoudRom ComOlder Woman Younger ManFunny RomanceNew York City Romance Book:Tex Miller Is Dead Source: Tex Miller Is Dead