Mark tapped the steering wheel on his personal vehicle. It was an inheritance from Uncle Ted. He’d made sure in his will that Mark inherited his truck—a nice crew cab.
He smoothed his hands over the console beside him and scanned the rest of the truck. It was a used one, but better than anything he’d ever owned. He guessed Fords were okay and it was just the right size for anything he’d ever need.
His thoughts immediately blinked to Katty and Bea.
He whistled out a breath. What if. What if they did become a family? He closed his eyes and tried to push down emotion.
He’d been hurt before. If he took a chance on even dating Katty and if it didn’t work out, he wasn’t sure he could live through that—that he’d ever take a chance on a woman again.
Mark opened the glove box and pulled out U
