“Yeah.” I nodded, deciding not to push it anymore.
We chatted for a while, and just like Andrew had said, he was a decent guy. He was respectful and sincere—the kind of man you could actually see yourself marrying. However…
I sat up a little straighter, not wanting to keep anything from him. I laid all my cards on the table.
“Mitchell, you probably don’t know this, but I was in a five-year relationship before this, and it ended a little over six months ago. Late last year, I had an ectopic pregnancy and lost the baby. And my mom has cancer.
“If you’re okay with all that, then maybe we can keep seeing each other. No pressure.”
That was it.
I knew Mom always hoped that one day, before she passed, she’d see me bring someone home, and right now, Mitchell seemed like the best choice I’d ever had.
“I already know all that,” he said, lifting his brow with a light smile. “I’ve got a good sense about people. And you? You’re a good woman.”
I froze for a second. Knowing how careful Andre
