And certainly no girlfriends. Ryan was on his fourth or fifth girlfriend at Davie's age.“Hi,” I said to my baby boy. “How's it going?”He shrug...ged.“Mom wants me to date Annie,” Ryan said as he walked by, ruffling Davie's brown hair. “Better than Melissa,” I said. “She'll break your heart.”“No she won't. She's crazy about me.” He flashed the peace sign, trying to look like a badass before he headed out the door.I shook my head. “Neither of you ever listen to your mother.”Davie shrugged.“And what. He was really shaken and talking so fast, trying to explain what happened, I could barely understand what he was saying. He actually threw his arms around me and thanked me repeatedly for coming to his rescue. He was shaking terribly, whether from cold or fear I didn’t know, but, I did know, I needed to get him out of the ditch and into my truck to warm up. I more or less had to drag Phil up the bank and load him into my truck as he was struggling just to walk, let alone climb the steep. I had become too engulfed in picking at any imperfections in my attire that I had somehow managed to not notice you slink inside until I was lifted off the couch by my neck and thrust face-down back into it. “Hello, my little pet…” Your gruff voice always got to me, and you knew that damn well enough. You grasp a handful of my hair and pull me to my feet, giving me a smirk and wrenching my head back so you can give me a brief kiss of courtesy, a glimpse at affection, a. Please don't get upset."But now Jayne looked like she was about to burst into tears which wastotally out of character for her. Eveline was alarmed and stood up andwalked round the desk so that she was stood in front of her and handingher a tissue asked, "What's the matter? Is something else worrying you?You can tell me you know, work or not."Jayne struggled to regain composure and said, "Actually Friday does soundlike fun to me, and I would like to do it, but that makes me wonder whatsort of.