Frankie shook her head with a disapproving frown. "No, you're not. Old and older are two different things. " She had explained this to Lucas as well. What was it with the guys in this place? The ones who never aged bitched, and the ones who did age bitched. Were they never happy?
She set her tea down on the coffee table and pulled her legs up, scooting closer to him. Frankie put her hand on his knee and gave him a good, direct stare. "You are not old," she emphasized. "You're a handsome, witty, wicked man. I could go on for days with all sorts of descriptions. Never once would the word 'old' leave my mouth. I was with someone who won't age." She shrugged. "Didn't much care for it. Time is supposed to change everything in its path. Landscapes, cultures, and even faces. Lucky for you, men tend to age better than women. I love my nonna, but she's not what I'd call sexy. And I'll cease to be cute some day too."