Chapter 38

“A little. He asked if I was jailbait.”

“Jesus.” I laughed.

“I told him I was thirty-five.”

“I’d have guessed younger, too. You take good care of yourself.”

“How old are you?”

“I got a decade on ya…more or less.”

“Ah.”

“You’re not going to repay the compliment?” I stared him down over the mouth of the beer bottle.

Preston shrugged. “I already said you look good. You look good for thirty or fifty. Age is a number.”

I snorted, remembering how that had come up earlier in the day.

“Freddie gave me a rose. He does that for everyone, I bet.”

“He does it a lot, but only if he likes you.” I looked up, too. “It’s gonna storm, again.”

“I hate thunder. Yup, you heard me.” Preston kept his back to me, his eyes to the sky. “Big, bad cop afraid of thunder.”