to help him grow into a gorgeous, fantastic man. Thatâs your job. Part of that is letting him mix with men.â
âHe does mix with men.â
âIâm not talking about the mountain rescue team. They treat you as one of the lads. Iâm talking about man-woman stuff. He needs to see men as part of your life. When did you last go on a date?â
âYou know I donât go on dates.â She blew on her hands to warm them. âAnd thereâs no way Iâm introducing a string of men to Jamie. What happens when they dump me? Jamie gets hurt. No way.â
âMaybe they wouldnât dump you. Have you thought about that?â
Meg stared straight ahead, her breath forming clouds in the freezing air. Her brain fielded the memories that came rushing forward to swamp her. âMy job is to protect my child. Thatâs what mothers are supposed to do.â
âAre you protecting him? Or are you protecting yourself?â Her motherâs voice was casual. âTalking about protecting yourself, itâs lucky Dino was able to find you and help you out on the mountain today.â
âI didnât need his help. I could have managed on my own.â
âMegan, when are you going to realise that you donât win awards in this life for managing on your own?â Her mother looked tired suddenly. âYouâre a fantastic mum, but Jamie needs a man in his life and, frankly, so do you. Itâs time you stopped shutting everyone out. If you canât bring yourself to trust another man quite yet, at least make a New Yearâs resolution to have sex.â
âSex?â Scandalised, Meg shrieked the word just as Dino scooped Jamie out of the car.
It echoed through the silence, the sound somehow magnified by the cold emptiness of the night.
Across the snow Dinoâs eyes met hers.
And she knew she was in trouble.
CHAPTER TWO
âM UMMY , whatâs sex?â
Oh, brilliant. Cursing her mother for landing her in such deep water, Meg tucked the duvet around Jamie. âWell, sex can mean different things.â This was one conversation she did not want to have right nowânot while memories of Dinoâs irresistible dark eyes were still fixed in her brain. âIt can mean the same thing as genderâwhether someone is male or female.â
âSo Rambo is male sex.â
âThatâs right.â
âAnd youâre female sex.â
âRight again.â
Jamie reached for his drink of water. âSo what else does it mean?â
Meg wondered whether to simply change the subject and then decided that wouldnât be right. This was part of being a single parent, wasnât it? You dealt with these things on your own. âWhen a male and a female come together to make a baby, thatâs called sex, too.â She decided that was enough detail for a seven-year-old, at least for the time being.
âGrandma thinks you should make a baby.â
Meg gulped. âNo, Jamie, thatâs not what Grandma thinks.â
âYes, she does. Sheâs told me loads of times she thinks youshould get married and have more babies. Sheâs always talking about it.â
Meg contemplated calling her mother upstairs to sort out the mess sheâd created. âJamie, Iâm not getting married.â She took the cup from him and tucked the duvet around him. âHonestly, if I ever decide to get married, youâll be the first to know.â
âThe man youâre marrying would be the first to know. Iâd be second.â
âSometimes, my little superhero, youâre too clever for your own good.â Meg kissed him on the cheek and then reached across and snapped the light on by his bed. âWhich story do you want?â
âBatman. So if youâre not getting married, why did you yell the word âsexâ? And why was Dino laughing so hard?â Jamie snuggled under the duvet, his hair still