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A thought crossed her mind as she swirled the wine in her glass. She knew she looked good for her age. What if Heather thought she was only a few years older than her?
Heather angled her body towards Vanessa a little more, almost shielding her off from the rest of the bar as she placed a warm hand above her knee, the heat radiating through Vanessa’s pants, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body with just that simple touch.
Although, maybe if this wasn’t going to go anywhere, their age difference didn’t matter.
Heather reached up to lightly brush Vanessa’s hair behind her ear. “What are you thinking right now?”
Vanessa had to look away, because if she kept staring into those gorgeous eyes, she’d do anything Heather asked her to. “I’m thinking that I might be too old for you.”
Vanessa fingers played with her wine glass, finally meeting Heather’s eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips.
“I wouldn’t have come over here if you were,” Heather said matter-of-factly.
“Hmm, but how old do you think I am?”
Heather searched her eyes. “Forty-two.”
“Is that your real guess or have you subtracted a few years to be polite?”
Heather laughed softly, and Vanessa couldn’t stop herself from returning her smile. “That’s my real guess. I would say thirty-nine, if I was trying to be polite. Your turn.”
“My turn?” Vanessa asked.
“Yes.”
“Thirty-two.”
Heather arched an eyebrow before she took a drink. “Close.”
“You weren’t.”
“I wasn’t close?” Heather asked as she set her wine glass down on the table. “Huh. So you are in your thirties?”
Vanessa shook her head as she took another sip of wine, hiding her smile behind her glass.
“I’m twenty-nine,” Heather said.
Vanessa swallowed her wine without choking on it. Wow. She had early thirties in her head as the worst case scenario. “Well, I am too old for you then.”
“I really don’t think so.”
“I’m forty-seven,” Vanessa said, reluctantly meeting Heather’s eyes again, certain she’d see the blaze that had been burning in them start to fade.
“Again, I don’t think you are.” Heather’s eyes studied her, her voice serious now.
“Look, I know that we’re probably not going to see each other again, but I didn’t feel right not saying it.”
“Thank you for being honest with me.” Heather’s gaze lowered to her lips, her hand moving a little higher on Vanessa’s thigh, and now she was the one who drew an unsteady breath.
It had been all talk, all looks and lingering gazes, but now this was suddenly very real, and for some reason, this felt so much more significant than any other night she’d had in the city.
5
“It’s getting late,” Vanessa said after she finished her wine. “Should we continue this conversation elsewhere?”
Heather’s heartbeat quickened. Once again, she was struck with this feeling that surely, at any moment now, she’d wake up. Because this couldn’t be real.
As Vanessa withdrew her hand and moved to gather her things, Heather’s mind raced. Was she really going to leave this bar with a complete stranger? An undeniably captivating stranger, but still.
