She primped her hair and fluttered her eyelashes a couple of times while a pretty smile lit up her face. “Oh, just humor an old woman for a spell.”

She didn’t look that old to him, but he gave his okay with a small nod of his head.

“Do you like to get into fights?” she asked.

“Not really.” He lightly shook his head. “When I was twelve, my dad wanted me to take Karate, but I chose Tai Chi instead.”

“Why’d he want you to learn to fight?”

Aaron thrust his eyebrows up. “Oh, he didn’t want me to learn to fight,” he corrected her. “I have a temper and tend to lose my cool.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess he thought it’d help me keep it under control. He got tired...

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