" 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, "