When an old man and a young girl get together

Keenan frowned slightly at the girl that he was supposed to marry. He had to admit that she was lovely. She was petite, even shorter than he was. Her hair was white-blond and her eyes were wide and a shade of blue that he couldn’t even find the words to describe. She was beautiful! However, she was also so young!

“How old is she?” he asked, giving Bertram a sidelong glance. The unspoken question was, “What could she possibly see in me?”

“Twenty?” Bertram said, his voice soft. He frowned at Keenan and said, “I know, you tend to think of your age in their years and, going by that…” he trailed off.

“I’m old enough to be her father,” Keenan breathed. His oldest child was nearly eighteen years old! He sighed and stepped forward. He bowed politely. “Dominique Ramsey,” he said, “I’m Keenan Meadows.”

As he straightened, their eyes met. Dominique smiled and offered her hand. “It’s nice to see you well,” she said.

In that moment, Keenan recognized her. Seraphim! The agent from the Chloreirian government! A faint smile played at his lips and he took her hand. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and said, “Likewise.” This might just work out after all.

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