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role was, they still believed she was his girlfriend and was just telling them how they’d met.
    What had really gotten her thinking was that no one—not his parents, not his two brothers and one sister who’d come for dinner—looked at all surprised at the idea of them together.
    She’d gone over there thinking she would be closer to his mother’s age than his, but she’d been wrong. Bogged down by her insecurities about his age, and hers, she really hadn’t thought it through. BB was the youngest of nine. Of course his mother had to be much older than her, even if she had started at eighteen and had one child every year for nine years.
    As it turned out, BB’s mom was warm, round, white-haired, and huggable, kind of like Mrs. Claus. She was the kind of woman who made everyone feel like family in her home.
    The large farmhouse, all decked out in lights and garlands for the holidays, was as warm and welcoming as the family itself. The house even smelled like Christmas, all pine and cinnamon. It had been too nice of a taste of what being a part of that family would be like.
    She looked over and saw BB smiling at her. “Maybe I didn’t correct my family for a reason.”
    “And what reason would that be?” she asked.
    He didn’t answer as he concentrated on pulling across the on-coming traffic and into the hotel parking lot. It was the kind of hotel where each room had an entrance from the exterior, so BB parked the car in front of her room and cut the ignition.
    “Because nothing would make me happier than if it was true.” He got out, walked around and opened her door just as she was trying to digest that tidbit.
    When she stood, he put a hand on each of her shoulders, and then moved to stroke her cheek with one thumb.
    Well, he’d sure taken her by surprise. But not as much as when he bent his head and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you now, and if you want me to stop, you better say so pretty quickly.”
    Her brain had a lot to say, but none of it got out of her mouth before BB’s lips covered hers. They were warm and soft and her knees nearly buckled from the sheer pleasure of the kiss.
    Then his tongue found hers.
    A small sound escaped her throat, which he echoed enthusiastically before breaking away to whisper, “Let’s go inside.”
    They were still standing in front of the open door of the car in the well-lit parking lot of the hotel. But if they went inside, she knew exactly what would happen.
    He noticed her hesitation. “What’s wrong? Is it because you’re my handler?”
    She controlled her adolescent giggle. Oh, she wanted to handle him all right!
    “Yes. Partly.” But not mostly. If she slept with him tonight, it would absolutely kill her when she saw him out in public with some young thing on his arm. And that’s what would happen. How could it not? He was young and hot and a veritable chick magnet. “Exactly how old are you, BB?”
    He nodded knowingly. “Ah, ha. So that’s it.” He held her face in two hands now and forced her to look into his eyes. “I have no problem that you’re a few years older than me. In fact, I think that’s one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place.”
    He moved to nuzzle her neck, and then breathed in her ear, “Nothing’s sexier than a strong, confident, mature woman who knows her mind.”

    Mature. Not a good word choice. “You didn’t answer the question. How old are you, BB?”
    He was making it very difficult to resist him as he nibbled on her earlobe. “I’ll be twenty-eight next year.”
    She laughed. Only a man would try to make himself older. “So you’re twenty-seven.”
    He pulled back slightly and rolled his eyes. “My birthday is in February, so I’m almost twenty-eight. So what? How old are you?”
    She employed his trick just to show him how impossible this situation was. “I’ll be forty next year.”
    God. That sounded horrible coming out of her mouth. She hadn’t thought she’d have problems with