Twenty-four and a half. He'd been close with his guess of 23. She looked young, but he was a lousy judge of age sometimes, too. Eli grinned at her and then waved his hand in front of the cheesecake. "Seriously, Verity, this is perfect. A pleasant way to spend my birthday. Besides, I love toasted cheese. Not as much as I love chocolate, but toasties are way up there on the scale." He tipped his birthday hat at her.