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We both turn toward her at the same time and she just drinks from her water nonchalantly. “Do you veer in the other direction?” I ask, then blurt, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You don’t need to answer.” “I’m not a lesbian. I just…like older men, I guess.” “Oh,” both Chris and I exclaim at the same time. Jane is actually my age, not mid-twenties like I thought. But she’s a genius—graduated college early and started working here not long before I came along. But all those details fade into the background. Only one is important and sticks with me; the fact that she likes older men. I knew I found her interesting for a reason. “I’m slightly wounded,” Chris breathes out. “Now I need to get older fast to get on your radar, ladies.” “What do I have to do with it?” I whisper, taking a large bite of my burger. “Come on, you have the hots for Nathaniel.” I choke on my mouthful and Jane pushes the bottle of water into my hand. I nearly guzzle it all down, but it doesn’t remove the burn in