Page 92 of A Much Younger Man
“Me too.” I glanced around before pulling him in and meeting his mouth in a hungry kiss. His lashes fluttered open afterward, and I wanted to believe his eyes held an intimate gaze just for me. “See you, sweetheart.”
“Bye.” My words left him smiling.
* * *
Once we wereon the road, Travis met my gaze in the rearview mirror. “So. Beck, huh?”
“Is that a question?” I asked.
“No. Just surprised is all.”
April snorted. “Where have you been?”
“You did tell me I should go for it.”
“I didn’t imagine you would.” Travis was driving, which left nothing for me to do but consider how deep a hole I was digging myself into with Beck. And now my staff knew.Everyoneknew because I couldn’t keep my feelings for Beck off my goddamn face.
He shrugged. “I’m just surprised is all.”
“Do we have to do this?” I was a captive audience. Couldn’t they let me off the hook until later?
“I always figured you were a confirmed bachelor too set in your ways to settle down with someone,” said April.
“Who says I’m not?”
“Uh, your face for one.” April laughed but glanced out the passenger window.
I had hoped sitting in the back would make this conversation less likely. No such luck. Travis eyed me in the mirror every chance he got, and April craned her head around like an owl.
“So. What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Are you dating him?” Travis asked. “Like…dating, dating?”
Was it throwback Thursday? “Who wants to know? Is Jenny afraid I won’t ask her to homecoming?”
“Don’t be snide.” April pulled lip balm out of her pocket and swiped it over her lips.
“Is this a midlife crisis thing?” asked Travis
“Is thiswhat?”
“You’re one red convertible away from hitting the trifecta there, Doc.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You’ve been wearing your hair longer. You’re dating a guy half your age. Now all you need is a convertible, or wait”—he snapped his fingers—“a motorcycle.”
“It’s not a midlife crisis, and my stylist has been on maternity leave.”
“But you would argue, wouldn’t you, if you were actually having one?” April reasoned.
“I’m not having any kind of crisis.”
“So, then what?” Travis asked. “You suddenly realized you dig younger guys?”
“Maybe it’s him that I dig. It’s possible I’m not shallow, you know.”
“Is it?”
