Chapter 5
Quin gave her a sexy grin that turned Jerry on even though it wasn’t turned his way. “No problem,” Quin said, digging out his wallet for his driver’s license. “I know I look young.”
The server floundered for a convincing explanation. “Oh no, sir. It’s not that. State law requires us to card anyone under the age of forty-five. You understand.”
“Funny, you didn’t card me,” Jerry quipped.
Her face flushed a deeper shade of red. “Sir, I-I didn’t mean—”
“It’s fine,” he said, waving her away.
“I’m very sorry,” she mumbled before leaving them alone.
When he looked across the table, Jerry saw Quin’s enigmatic gaze turned his way. Jerry smirked. “What?”
“She probably thinks we’re father and son,” Quin said.
Jerry shrugged. “If you’re really thirty—”
“I am,” Quin assured him, reaching for his wallet again. “Do you want to see my ID, too?”