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We dragged Linc along. His current honey is working tonight.””Still the intern?””Yeah.” Helen sat on the curvy velvet chaise, made herself at home. “I’m starting to think he’sgetting serious about her.””And?””I don’t know. She’s a nice girl, raised well. Focused, which he could use, and independent,which I appreciate.””But he’s your baby.””But he’s my baby,” Helen agreed. “I miss the little boy sometimes, with the scabbed knees andloose shoelaces. Still see him in that tall, gorgeous lawyer in the three-piece suit that strolls in andout of my life now. And Jesus,
