I smiled. I wondered how Patrick's tune would change if he knew it was my mom he was talking about. Then I frowned. The realization hit me that Patrick could never be allowed to know who she really was. He already knew we'd banged. If he found out her real identity, I could be in big trouble. Mom and I both, actually.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mom came out of the bathroom. She'd changed into a blue dress that somehow managed to be both modest and hot at the same time.

"Well, what do you think?" she said, twirling around.

"I think you look great," I said, honestly impressed....