“Yeah. But I’ve seen you with half your duds off, so you want me to guess?”
“I will be twenty-six in December,” she said quickly.
“And what have you done with your years?”
She straightened her spine just enough to make him smile. “I have used them to investigate. To understand about life. I have studied. Learned.”
“Have you enjoyed yourself?” He wanted to add something about sensual pleasure, but one glance at her tightened mouth and he thought better of it.
“Reasonably, yes. I have a purpose in life. An honorable calling. I am…content.”
He snorted. “Content! You don’t understand jack squat about life, Doc.”
“I do, too! I understand a great deal about living a worthwhile life. You are a footloose thirty-sevenyear-old drifter who doesn’t belong anywhere. It is you who doesn’t understand about life.”
He gritted his teeth. “You think so, do you?”
“I think so, yes. I know so.”
“Well, you’re dead wrong, Doc.” She was a prissy, stuck-up female with a brain too big for her britches. He clenched his jaw even tighter. “And if the opportunity presents itself, I’ll show you what I mean.”
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