have invited you into my home. I should be the one who’s worried. You’re young and beautiful and
have your whole life ahead of you, while I’m an old man who can’t stop thinking about someone half
his age.”
Half his age?If he was fifty, I wanted his genetics. He wasn’t bulky, but he was definitely fit,
with toned arms and a firm chest, and there wasn’t a hint of gray, even at his temples. Seriously, no
way would I have pegged him for being that old.
“Oh, sweetheart, you looking at me like you want to climb me is good for the ego.” Theron
chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a tight hug.
“How old are you?” I asked, leaning back so I could look into his deep brown eyes. He
swallowed, and I had to fight the urge to lick his defined Adam’s apple. I wasn’t ashamed to admit I
had an unhealthy obsession with men’s necks.
“Forty-three.” Okay, so not twice my age at all. It was still one hell of an age gap, but if he didn’t
mind, neither did I. Even when I’d been a teen, trying to figure out who he was when my outside
didn’t match my inside, I’d always been attracted to older men. Before she knew what was going on,
my mother had been scared to death that I was going to run off with an older man and get myself
knocked up. Now, we laughed about those memories and how off-base she’d been.
“I’m twenty-five,” I told him. The numbers that had never mattered suddenly felt important. “So
you don’t have to worry about the half your age thing. I’m still in school because I took some time off
to…”
I waved a hand down my body. Talking about my transition was something I didn’t enjoy. I’d
purposely taken what most assumed was a typical gap year between high school and college so I
could start hormone therapy and heal from top surgery. My parents were seriously the coolest, and
they’d given me a check to cover the out-of-pocket costs so I could transition to adulthood in every
way.
“You don’t need to explain,” Theron reassured me before kissing the tip of my nose. “With any
luck, there will be plenty of time for me to learn everything there is to know about you. Now, let’s get
some food in you so you can focus on studying while I finish going over some reports.”
“That sounds…” Saying it sounded perfectly domestic was strange, but that was my first thought.
It scared the crap out of me that this man had some sort of magical powers to make me forget all the
reasons I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. And imagining a future where we could eat and
