She admitted, “Neither do I.”
“Good.” He blew out a breath. “I’m making a mess of it. I just wanted you to know I like spending time with you. And if you want that we keep it to ourselves for now, I guess that makes sense. I never realized what a pain in the ass it is to be well-known.”
“You had to know. You spent a bunch of years in the NFL.”
“Yeah, but in different cities. You can blend in better around millions of people. Hope’s Turn has what? Thirty thousand?”
“If that.”
He sighed. “Come here.”
She moved into his arms, needing the hug. Mitch was big and warm. Safe.
“Thanks. I needed that,” he murmured against her hair. The he kissed her temple and whispered, “Okay, we can have sex now.”
She let out a relieved laugh. “It’s about time.”
But later, as she drove home, Becca realized he had never answered her question. What did the man get up to when no one else was around?
