Mom chuckled. She actually chuckled. Pete’s face heated and he looked away. “I’m flattered,” she said, “but you know we can’t.” He shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry.” “It’s okay.” When he looked back, she was smiling again. “We’re just two ships who collided in the night.” “With one helluva collision.” “But neither of us sank.” She smirked. “But one of us went down.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Let’s not stick with this metaph...