One Night She Would Never Forget. Amy Andrews

      ‘Seventeen?’ Horrified, Patrick did the maths in his head. But no matter how many times he did the simple sum he kept getting the same answer. ‘Dear God that makes you …’

      ‘Twenty-two.’

      ‘Oh, God.’ Patrick buried his head in his hands. He’d slept with a woman ten years his junior? How was it possible that Miranda was just a year older than Katie had been when they’d first hooked up? She was so much more mature in a multitude of ways.

      ‘Is that bad?’

      He looked up. ‘Very, very bad. I figured you were the other end of twenty.’

      ‘Gee, thanks.’

      ‘Sorry.’ He grimaced. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’

      Miranda laughed at his obvious discomfort. ‘It’s fine. I was a teen mother—it tends to mature you pretty quickly.’

      Patrick groaned again. A part of him had been thinking that maybe they could pick up where they’d left off. ‘I’m going to hell.’

      Miranda leaned in close to him and whispered, ‘It’s okay. I wasn’t a virgin.’

      He winced. ‘That is so not funny.’

      ‘Oh, come on.’ She grinned. ‘It is. Just a little.’

      Patrick did not return the grin. After Katie, he’d made a personal vow to never get involved with anyone who could still see twenty in their rear-view mirror.

      Seriously? How could she only be twenty-two!