“Well…my mom died right after giving birth to me.”
“Oh. Wow.”
Barnaby shrugged like maybe it was no big deal. “Yeah. I never even knew her. Calvin was seven so he did some, but I don’t think he remembers her much.”
He let the silence lapse for a moment, but then heard himself ask, “What about your father?”
The other man stiffened and looked away. Uh-oh.Apparently curiosity did kill the cat.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know when to shut up, obviously.”
Barnaby’s gaze returned to him, his expression bland and unreadable. “It’s all right. I just expected to get a few more dates in before we got around to this.”