Chapter 29

If that wasn’t enough drama for one night, Mitch said the deadliest four words in the English language to me.

“We need to talk.” 12

I knew only too well what those words meant.

Having never been in a serious relationship, I was finding that I was in deeper with Mitch than I’d ever been with another person—male or female—other than my brothers. But they were family, so they didn’t count. Since I’d met him, I’d been sometimes walking, occasionally creeping, but always moving closer and closer to the essence of Mitch.

As I fell harder for him, I realized I barely knew anything about his childhood or upbringing other than he hadn’t graduated from high school but seemed to have sprung fully formed to open a successful neighborhood bar and had reinvested his money to create three others.