Chapter 17
“Mom?”
“Santee?”
She hadn’t even noticed Deacon and Jamie on the porch. Her cheeks burned as she remembered herself and Ruarke clinched together. Though the boys had probably seen more explicit sexuality on TV.
“Hey, guys. Great timing. We need help unloading the truck.”
“Sure, but can we talk to you for a minute?” Jamie asked.
Her heart fell. She didn’t feel qualified to address a boy’s s****l questions…or a girl’s either for that matter. And she for sure didn’t want to screw up their s*x lives for the rest of their lives. But she followed them to the glider, where she sat down and they pulled up chairs in front of her.
The boys hesitated, looking at each other until Deacon ducked his head insistently at Jamie.
With a sigh, Jamie said, “We were thinking, Deacon and I—“
