“I can’t believe you had a one-night stand.”

“Why not?”

“Well, aren’t we too… too…”

“Too what?” I asked my best friend, even though I knew perfectly well what she was getting at. “Too beautiful? Too vivacious? Too damn sexy?”

“Too old?” Bella hissed.

I checked out my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Too old? I didn’t think so. With my gold-streaked hair up in a high ponytail, and my full lips slicked with berry-colored gloss, I didn’t look too old in the slightest. Sure, my co-ed years were behind me, but I was far from ready to believe the bloom was off my rose. Regardless, when are you considered too old to have fun? I hoped the answer was Never.

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