She squeezed hard. “No promises there won’t be more accidental head butts, but I want to hear anything and everything you have to share.” “Maybe I should ask you a bit more about your… You said you couldn’t get pregnant?” Damn, he needed to tread carefully here. But he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, either. He knew nothing about infertility. His family had the fertile bit down pat, not that it was something to crow about. She licked her lips, a nervous tick that he paid careful attention to. He wouldn’t push her at all, but if she freely shared something that helped him navigate this conversation better, he’d take it. “Mitch has a trust fund. Part of it unlocked at marriage. Subsequent parts unlock with each child born.” Punching was too good for the jerk. Jared blinked away the seriously thick layer of red he was seeing. “Please tell me he’s shooting blanks.” She shook her head. “I have some medical conditions. Nothing serious, but getting pregnant would take significant medical intervention.
