still hadn’t introduced him to.
My son, Jason.
Jason was 34 and had always been protective of me, especially after his father died. He wasn’t exactly hostile toward Richard, but he was skeptical.
Very skeptical.
“So when do I finally meet this mystery man?” he would ask.
“Soon,” I’d tell him.
The truth was, I was nervous.
I loved my son. I was falling in love with Richard. More than anything, I wanted the two most important men in my life to like each other.
I wanted it to be
