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burned Habanera-hot.
    “Holy shit, I didn’t mean… Angel, I swear I wasn’t…” He fumbled for words. Damn, this was worse than screwing up with Calvert.
    She laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the pretty sound. He closed his eyes. F-uck. This ranked right up there with committing a warrant error that almost let a serial murderer walk. Jesus, he was a goober.
    “Why, Deputy Farr, I do believe I’m flattered.” Easy banter tinged her voice and he opened his eyes to find her leaning against the table, one turquoise boot crossed over the other. Friendly teasing sparkled in her eyes and amusement bowed that gorgeous bottom lip. All the tension was gone from her body and for that reason alone he dredged up a grin. For some things it was worth making an ass of himself.
    She patted the center of his chest. “Eat your burger before I forget I’m too old for you and toss you on the prep table for a quickie.”
    Holy shit. Images kicked off in his brain, of those slender hands with pink-polished nails dragging his T-shirt up and over his head, scraping down his abs and going for his belt while he ran his palms under the skirt of that flirty little brown dress she wore. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the parts of his anatomy, other than his face, now chili-pepper hot. God, he really had been celibate too long. No, make that he’d been waiting for her too long.
    “You’re not too old for me.” Glad to hear his voice coming out in a properly scoffing tone rather than a strangled squeak, he took a more cautious mouthful of his hamburger.
    “Sure, hon, whatever you say.” She made short work of clearing the vegetables from the worktable. She rinsed her knife, eyeing him. “How old are you again? Twenty-four?”
    “Twenty-six.” Why did people always drop two or three years off his age?
    “Ten years.” She slapped the knife against the magnetic strip on the wall. “Almost eleven. That’s definitely too old for you.”
    He snorted. “Whatever. My dad was thirteen years older than Christine and they were married almost twenty years.”
    “ Were married.”
    “He died.”
    “Oh.” She smacked a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I assumed—”
    “It’s okay.” He chuckled, watching her while he took another chomp out of the thick sandwich. “You got something against dating younger men?”
    “Honey, right now, I have something against dating all men.” She bit her lip, considering. “Although, I’ve never dated anyone younger.”
    “Maybe you should.” He wrapped his hands around the edge of the counter and tried to appear nonchalant. Hell, her reaction meant too much and that wasn’t good, but the feel of her still reverberated through him, bringing with it a sense of opportunity he didn’t want to let slip by. He’d already let one missed chance with her kick him in the teeth. “Someone who’d show you a good time—”
    “I know, without all the sex and expectations.” She twirled a finger in the air. “And where, pray tell, am I supposed to find such a paragon of manly virtue, Troy Lee?”
    He swallowed. “You asked if I was offering.”
    She stared at him a moment, opened her mouth, closed it again and shook her head. “Troy Lee.”
    “What?” He managed to get a lungful of air in and out. At least she hadn’t outright laughed. If she blew him off, well, he’d deal. Play it light and easy, like it didn’t matter that he’d screwed up something else, that she didn’t want him.
    “Be serious.”
    “I am. Give me one reason why not.” He lifted his hand as her lips parted. “Other than the age difference.”
    “I…you…” She firmed her lips, tapping one toe on the floor.
    He laughed, too-strong relief making his stomach jittery. “You can’t do it. You can’t find one reason why we shouldn’t go out.”
    “It’s crazy.”
    “So?” He shrugged. “Galileo’s theory that the sun was the center of the universe was pretty insane for his time and