Devonne heard the note of accusation in her voice. “Sorry, I have no right to—” He stopped her with a finger across her lips. A wash of color stained his cheeks. “I did plan to pick up a woman. Hell, it’s been weeks since the last time. But, then, weren’t you at least halfway looking for the same thing yourself?” He waited for her nod but stopped her when she began to say something. “The thing is, I wasn’t looking for you. I’d about given up hoping you were out there and I’d someday run into you.” “Me? Have we ever—” His smile was tender and a bit sad. “No. But you’re the one I’ve been looking for. The woman who’s enough like me to stay with me and unlike enough to challenge me. Pretty enough to be intriguing but not hopelessly vapid. Has a sense of humor that understands mine. Smart enough and bold enough to make life interesting.” He shook his head slowly. “There aren’t many like you around. The only other one I’ve met was old enough to be my grandmother.”
