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“Fine. I’ll confirm it myself.” With that, I spend all afternoon trying to look for a book that might contain some information about second-chance mates. Unfortunately, all the books I find about mates and mating don’t have it. At least until I encounter the oldest book. It has no date. The pages are worn and brittle, but the words there are clear, even though it’s just a brief mention of the subject.

"Even if you didn't, do you think they wouldn't have come in anyway?" The old woman raised an eyebrow, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Look at these two young men — they're so handsome! It's been ages since I've seen such fine-looking lads." Simon: "...We're both one foot in the grave, and you're still so easily distracted." Ignoring her husband's grumbling, the old woman fixed her gaze on Xavier Grayson and Liam as they approached. The closer they got, the harder it was to look away. "So handsome! I never expected to see such fine young men deep in these desolate mountains."

“What if I get lucky?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fuck. Toshiro will always be Toshiro. “Alright. But be careful where you put your dick. I don’t want you catching some disease” He snorted. “Like that can ever happen. I’m extremely careful” “Whatever. What do you see in older women anyway?” “They are more experienced” he replied. “Besides, they’re not clingy like high school or college girls. Most of them are either lonely or frustrated because their husbands don’t satisfy them and some just want a handsome guy to warm their bed”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of br

After a while, he finally muttered, "What's the great deal about older men? Even their skins are all wrinkled up. Their stamina can't keep up either …" Something sounded wrong to Calista. What did he mean by them being unable to keep up with their stamina? He continued, "How can they satisfy women when they're at it?" Rolling her eyes at him, Calista retorted, "Hey, why are you insulting them all of a sudden? Did older men get on your nerves?"

I did not look up immediately — I was making a note of the volume's catalog number, wanting to remember it — and so I did not see who had entered until I heard footsteps that were not Drex's measured soldier's pace but something lighter and more irregular, the footsteps of someone moving with a slight unevenness that suggested age or an old injury or both. I looked up. The woman who had entered the library was old. Not old the way the elder council members of Stonehaven were old — the comfortable, familiar oldness of people who had lived ordinary lives to their natural conclusion. This woman was old in the way that the palace was old. In the way the pool in the garden was old. A depth of age

Then back at the book. "How much?" The old man smiled. "You can keep it." I blinked. "What?" "You heard me." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure about that? I can pay?" "Nobody reads them anymore either." Fair. "Take it." I hesitated. Then slowly picked up the book. It weighed far more than I expected. "Thank you." The old man simply waved me away. Like he was already bored. Which somehow made the entire interaction even stranger. A few minutes later, I was back outside.

"How old is she?" It was not just his imagination. After all, the little girl's features looked eerily similar to his own. Before I could respond, my daughter, Matilda King, cheerfully answered, "I'm five years old!" Daniel's expression darkened. A deep, inexplicable disappointment filled his heart. If the child he and Abigail had conceived had survived… they would be around the same age now. I picked up Matilda and walked away. Even after a distance, I could still feel his gaze burning into my back.

For the first time, sera saw sadness in the old man's eye, so she didn't say anything else about this subject and looked at the book and said thinking: Let's try to find a solution then let's open the book. sera looked at the book a little and then said in shock: This book is very similar to the book that was in the house I was in when I arrived on that island. The old woman looked at her misunderstood and said to her: Which book are you referring to? sera said as she remembered: A book with strange stories about a royal family, a king and his children. It was like a fantasy book I didn't understand most of it but it was so weird thinking about it now it looks like it was someone writing det

"I would love you even when you turned naggy, old, and grey. Aging is beautiful and nothing to be afraid of, even if you choose to be with me. It won't be a dealbreaker for me if that's what you're worried about, Harper." Harper furrowed her eyebrows. "I think I would be unhappy and insecure if my husband didn't age..." Saint breathed a laugh and dipped down until his lips were dangerously close to hers. "When women grow older, they usually become more self-confident and know what they want. I've been with women who died of old age in the past, and none of them were bothered." Harper searched his face. "Really?"