Well, that was flattering. Weren't playboys supposed to go for the young and busty blondes? Lovely though she was, Moira was at the age where rich men ditched their wives for the younger, sexier versions, and she suspected that she might have a few years on the charming Mr. Stark.
In response, she merely lifted her eyebrows, and pursed her lips around a smile. "Why don't you keep me up past my bedtime with late-night coffee, and we won't completely rule out breakfast at a later date?"