“Yeah, we’ve been riding together since I was little.” Olivia pulled sandwich fixings from the fridge. “He’s actually heading out to check on some leaking pipes that are being fixed, and I’m tagging along.”
“How old are you?” Avery asked.
“Sixteen. Why?”
“You look older than that,” Avery said quickly. “You could pass for nineteen easily.” What teenager didn’t want to look older than her years? That might cover up any weird-sounding curiosity on Avery’s part.
“How about twenty-one?” Olivia asked with a grin.
“Not quite.” Avery chuckled. She wasn’t about to encourage anything untoward.
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