Mitch raised his head to look directly into John’s eyes. “But there’s one thing I need you to know and understand above anything else.”
John nodded.
“I’m in love with you, John.”
John opened his mouth to respond. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to tell Mitch that he loved him.
“No.” Mitch dropped John’s hand and held up his palm. “Please, don’t say it, not until you know the truth about me.”
“Truth?” John didn’t understand. Was Mitch…John didn’t know…an escaped murderer or something? No, not his kind, gentle Mitch.
“You’ve probably realised that a few things about me and my past haven’t made sense.”
John frowned. Yes, there had been a few things, but nothing serious. Mitch’s unwillingness to talk about his age, comments he’d made about using Britain’s old coinage. How he’d arrived in the country and…
“Because of who I am, I’ve had to keep a lot of things from you.”