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There was no awkwardness in the way he said it. No looking away. Elena liked that immediately. She was tired of men her age who pretended they had no past, as if a fifty-nine-year-old bachelor was a plausible thing.

Elena touched his cheek. “Neither did I.” They are together now, two years later. They do not live together—they tried it for a month and decided they liked their own bathrooms too much. He keeps a drawer at her place; she keeps a coffee mug at his. They have a standing Tuesday dinner and a shared calendar for doctor’s appointments. sexi mature

“I make a decent cobbler,” she said. “But I’m not making it for a stranger. You’d have to come over and help. And you’d have to bring the bourbon.” There was no awkwardness in the way he said it

“I didn’t think I’d get to do that again,” he said. She was tired of men her age who