"I'm not going bald, it's just not as thick as before," I protest with a glare in Skinny's direction, reaching up to gently pry Sophie's hand loose and to hold her little fingers instead, letting her lean her cheek in against mine, her other hand now rubbing at the stubble like it's interesting.

The beach has approached faster than I considered and now I level Skinny with a dubious look. "She's not dating until she's eighteen."