She laughed. "Thank you for being such a good sport about it."
"Thank you for letting me cook you dinner." He set his bags
down on the
counter and started removing the ingredients he'd purchased
on the way
there. "I should probably warn you that I haven't been on a
quite a while, so I'm a little rusty."
Her eyebrows flew up as she transferred the cold foods to her
refrigerator. "How long has it been?"
"Longer than I care to admit. My job and odd hours tend to
She nodded. "Being a single mom and working the night shift
I haven't dated in a while either."
"Excellent. Then, if neither of us remembers the rules, we
to follow them."
"Sounds good to me." She closed the refrigerator door and
hip against it, crossing her arms just beneath her breasts.
I'm sort of a
won't-be-an-issue kind of gal, so there's something I wanted to
This couldn't be good.
She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?"
Richart stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh
irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked
as if he
were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was
that her being thirty-seven would be a problem?
"Honestly, I could not care less how old you are, Jenna," he
her, all the while calling himself a bastard for not taking
she had provided and broaching the topic of who and what he
valued truth. If he continued to keep it from her . . .
A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to
but . . . I dated a guy onceâ€”very brieflyâ€”who said the same
his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm
seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?"
"I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating
they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties,
much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like
you were in
your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested."
She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I
I were in my fifties?"
"I happen to think laugh lines are hot."
She laughed. "Good, because I have a feeling you're going to
give me a
"I should hope so," he said, telling himself not to think
fact that he would still look and feel as he did now when
she was in
her sixties, seventies, and eighties and all of the problems
You're getting ahead of yourself, old man. This is your
date. Not your engagement party.
"You don't mind that I'm older than you. You don't mind that
single mom, putting a son through college." She shook her
smiled up at him, expression soft. "You're a rare breed,
She didn't know the half of it.
Unable to resist, he dipped his head and touched his lips to
hers in a
Her breath caught.
Both their hearts began to beat faster.
Resting a hand on her waist, Richart tilted his head and
smooth pink lips that had drawn his gaze so often, then drew
before his emotions could take over and make his eyes begin
"Wow," Jenna breathed, staring up at him.
"I am so smitten with you,"" he admitted softly."