She couldn’t let herself get swept up into the emotional rollercoaster ride that was loving Jack Bryant, not just yet. “I want to go slow. I need to go slow. We rushed things the last time. I want us to take our time.” He touched her cheek. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” “What are we going to tell Sammy? I don’t want my son to hate me.” “Our son. And he’s not going to hate you. Sammy loves you very much. That’s easy to see. Stop worrying so much. Sammy will be okay with it.” She swallowed hard. She needed to tell him everything. “There’s something you should know…” Before she could find the words to tell him about their son’s illness, Sammy burst through the door, tossing his snow-covered coat and mittens on the floor before rushing into the kitchen. “Ready or not,” Jack whispered and got to his feet. “Momma, did you see my snowman?”
