“That’s one way to put it. I suppose.” One fingertip slid over the centre diamond. “Anyway, you see now that I’m plenty old enough for what I do.”
“I … indeed, yes ma’am.” Steve directed his gaze on his hands, playing with his fingers, too embarrassed to look at her. ”Sorry.”
She reached out and patted his hands. “Don’t feel bad. You’re not the first person to do that. I know what I look like.”