At my side

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t know me so it’s a natural question and I could see you staring at my grays. They’re that obvious, huh?”

I blush embarrassed.

“No no! You’re very youthful looking,” I say quickly. He merely grins again, flashing even white teeth.

“I don’t look old and decrepit?”

“God no, you look amazing,” I say, without thinking. Then my mouth shuts with a snap and I blush again, even harder. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m usually cool to the point of standoffishness around men but Jonathan is making my brain stop working. I need to get a hold of myself. But Jonathan merely looks amused, his blue eyes glinting.

“I’m glad you think so. I work hard to keep it that way,” he says. I rush with my words.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. Lots of yard work and the like right? St. Brigid doesn’t look overgrown.” Then my mouth snaps shut again because I’m being an idiot. Should islands look overgrown? Or is that the way they naturally are? God, I’m being so stupid in front of th