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"How young?" Rose's eyes narrow.
"Down, sis!" Jasper scolds. "Edward's got a date."
"Easy, you two," I soothe. "She's not that young, okay? Guessing mid-twenties."
"Big damn deal," Rose chastises me. "So you've got…what?...seven, eight years on her?"
"She seems like the kind of girl who likes to have fun. I don't want her to feel like she's out with an old fuddy-duddy."
Jasper snorts.
"Dammit, Jas, are you gonna help, or do I have to go down to the workshop and ask Emmett for advice?"
"All right, I got this, just relax," Jasper says, righting his leather executive chair.