"It's not my fault, I grew up with Emma Kemp as my mother!" he protested. His mother talked about sex like it was no big deal. Probably he should have seen it as a bigger deal at sixteen, but hindsight was what it was.

He pulled out of the parking garage on the search for an appropriate diner. "Anyway, now that I have scarred you both. She's nice and maybe we'll go out. Let's talk about Jamie's boy some more."