IT WASN'T UNTIL 4 O'clock that afternoon that Seth appeared at Jason's office. "Okay, Dad, I'm here as ordered," he said with a vacant look.
Jason beckoned him to the side room.
Seth's half-lidded eyes popped open when he spotted the glossy black helmets. "Whoa, sinful. I want to try one of those," he said, reaching for the nearest one.
"Hold on. You need to learn a few rules first."
Seth dropped his hands. "Okay," he said, his smile a white splash beneath blue eyes. "You know best. What should I do?"
Jason was aware of his son's practiced ability to disarm him. Still, he warmed to Seth's words, imagining how his son's charms would someday serve him in business – and with women.
Jason picked up the helmet, its umbilical cable running back to one of the two control boxes sitting betwe
