Eighteen, but who was counting? Other than my mother, my friends…I’d been on a few dates here and there, but Teddy’s quiet gasp on the other end of the phone told me he realized his faux pas. “I’m sorry, Jess. I didn’t mean…”
“I know,” I said. “It’s okay. You know I like to take things slow. Running a practice and raising a child by myself doesn’t leave a lot of time for making friends. This isn’t the right time for me to get involved with someone. It’ll happen.”
“What will be the right time?” he asked softly.
“Once Ethan leaves for college?”
Teddy sighed. “Okay, I see your point. I’m sorry.”
“Anyway, I’m headed to a resort in the mountains outside Montreal. It’s too early for snow, but I can hike and practice my college French and go to a spa and not worry that I’ll burst into tears
