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“Yeah.”

“Thirty-two. Why?”

He shook his head. “You look maybe twenty-five.”

“Good genes,” I teased him.

“You’re hysterical.”

“Seriously though,” I sighed. “The cop, he’s hot, huh?”

“You would drool.”

I doubted that. I only drooled over one man.

“Oh God, Jory, he’s so gorgeous.”

“And really, you’ve never checked him out and let him see you?”

“Yeah, I have.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. I mean, we’re talking a tall blond god with blue-green eyes and a body that just …”

“Tell me.”

He looked at me. “The deal is, I’m verse, right? So, it’s either …”

“What? Spit it out.”

“It’s either big, gorgeous mountains of men or guys like you.”

“Oh, I see.”

“You have to know that you’re just gorgeous. That boy today had nothing on you.”

“Thank you,” I said softly. “But, Milt, you shouldn’t be having any trouble yourself.”

His smile curled his lips. “So I’ve been told.”

I bumped him with my shoulder.

“You sure you don’t wanna be the guy I pick up tonight?”

“Too late,” I teased him. “Already friends.”

“Friends are good too.” He smiled.

“Yes, they are.”

At dinner, the rule was that you could not sit with your spouse, but anyone else was fair game. Married people, any kind of couples, were supposed to scatter. So, since Sam had not come back to the room by the time we were supposed to go to dinner, I took Hannah and Kola with me to join Milt. His mother, Denise, was lovely, so charming, and she thought my kids were amazing. Since I agreed wholeheartedly, we got along famously.

Milt was entertaining the table with tales of the exam he had given his classes right before he came on the trip. Listening to him talk about some of the answers he had gotten was hysterical.

“Did you know that birds have fur?”

“They did not write that.” I defended the obviously clueless underclassmen he taught.