“Donewhatbefore?”
“Met someone on a hookup app. I only downloaded it today.”
His eyes narrowed. “What made you start here at the resort?”
“This was supposed to be an exciting vacation. But so far, it’s just been...peaceful at best. I wanted to have at least one good story when I got home. I’ve already wasted a few days. So I figured it was time to start making memories.”
He smirked. “Making memoriessounds a bit too wholesome, considering what that app is normally used for.”
“Well, I know.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you a regular on there or…”
“Not at all.” He shook his head. “I’ve only used it one other time. I, like you, found myself getting a little antsy here and was looking for some fun.” He raised his chin. “Why are you on vacation by yourself?”
“I might askthe same of you. I assumed you were someone’s dad.”
“Ouch.” He nearly spit out his coffee. “Did you just call me old?”
“You’re not old, but you do give hot-dad vibes.” I felt myself blush.
“Hopefully you mean a dad withvery youngkids.”
“Yes.” I smiled. “Of course.”
“You know…” He scratched his chin. “Come to think of it, up close, you looka lotyounger than twenty-nine. If your name is fake, who’s to say you’re not lying to me about your age, too?”
A rush of adrenaline hit. “I just have good genes.”
Tate bit his bottom lip. “You’re dangerous, Doris-Delores. I probably shouldn’t be here at this…kiddie poolwith you.” He gestured toward the children splashing in the water. “I’m starting to worry you should be swimming with them instead of fucking around with me.” He sipped his coffee. “I’m thinking I should let you go. Thanks anyway.” He nodded and turned to walk away.
What the hell?
That’s it?
He wasn’t even going to say goodbye?Who does that?
“Wait,” I called.
He turned. “Yes?”
“I’m nineteen,” I blurted.
His eyes widened. “Jesus. I knew you were younger. Butthatyoung?”
“So what?” I crossed my arms. “I’m legal.”
“Barely.”
“And you?” I raised a brow. “Are you really thirty-six?”
“Yes.” He drew in his brows. “Why would I lie about that?”
“I don’t know. How do I know you’re notforty-six?”
“Do Ilookforty-six?”
“No, but...” I looked down at my feet.
“You’re just trying to distract from the fact that you’re a liar. The way you really know I’m thirty-six is simple:I’mnot a liar.”
