"Not really." Which was true. The car had been his father's -- Frank just wished it was his -- and he'd destroyed it to prevent Frank from selling it. It probably wasn't the best way to go about stopping his step-father from making money off something he'd been told time and time again his dad had loved, but to his twelve-year-old mind, it seemed like the most sure-fire method.

She'd forgotten and he went and brought it up. Smooth, James. Real smooth.

In attempt to cover up such a folly, Kirk drew her closer to him, close enough to whisper in her ear, "How about we agree to ignore everyone and those rumors?"