"I didn't even think of it as hiding him from you, more as keeping him to myself." Of all the things he'd thought his father might say, an objection to his relationship based on Ashton's age hadn't been at the top of his list. "He's fifteen years older than you are!" "Eden is twenty years younger than you are," he returned smoothly. Knowing his father was a reasonable man and would see the light didn't make this conversation any easier. "Eden was an adult when we met." Heat crept up his neck and Bailey tried to count in his head to control his own rising ire. "I was an adult when I met Ashton. I was nineteen as a matter of fact." "It's different." His father slashed a hand down emphatically, as though making his point clear. Bailey pressed back into the sofa as his father crossed the room in front of him again. Steam practically exuded from his ears, he was so upset. "Dad, it's the same. At least, if you're objecting on the basis of age." "I have been nineteen, Bailey. I was nineteen when I met your mother and she was pregnant with our first child." He clasped his hands in front of his face and gazed earnestly at Bailey.
