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He opened the door. “Having manners.”
I blinked. “Oh. Right.” I climbed into my car and threw my purse into the back seat. I set my coffee into one of the cup holders and buckled my seatbelt. Smoke came around to the passenger side and climbed in.
“I don’t actually want my brothers to go after Knox, but it’s nice that they offered,” I said, picking up the thread of conversation.
“Fair enough. So you had fun last night, huh?”
“Jazz and Brielle are great. I think because we’re the same age—we’re all in the same chapter of life. Tavy too.”
“Christ,” he muttered.
“What?”
“I’d forgotten how young you are. And then you say something that reminds me that you’re my daughter’s age.”
“Don’t start that again,” I said lightly.
“Nah, I don’t mean it the way it sounded. I guess, you seem older. More mature. And when it’s just the two of us, I forget your age.”
“I forget your age,” I taunted. “Old man.”
He snorted. “I’m coming into my prime.”
“Yeah, you’re prime silver-fox material.”
He bent his head. “You wanna run your fingers through my hair and check for grays?”
It took all of my effort not to plow my fingers through his thick head of hair.
Smoke raised his head and inched closer to me—close enough that if we both leaned ever so slightly forward, our mouths would touch, our lips would connect, our tongues would meet.
“You have little lines,” I said quietly.
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “At the corners of your eyes.” I reached up and gently ran my thumb along his skin.
He froze.
“I like them. They make it seem like you’ve really lived.” My hand dropped into my lap and then I faced the front windshield. “Where are we going?”
He cleared his throat before he spoke. “I’ll put the address into your phone.”
“My phone is in my purse,” I said. “In the back seat. Will you get it? I can’t reach at this angle.”
Smoke grabbed my purse and dug around for my phone. He found it and pulled it out. “You got a text.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking the phone from him. I glanced at the screen and sighed.
“Bad?” he asked.
“No. It’s Edith.’’ I unlocked my phone and glanced at her message.
“Then why are you sighing?” he asked.
“She point-blank asked when we were having a baby so she could start knitting baby booties.”
Smoke let out a chuckle. “That’s sweet.”
