Thorne was a little early to the big game, but he wanted to get a good spot in the stands, one with enough room for Nancy and her son to sit with him. He shook his head at his own foolishness as he realized he was courting without actually dating. Chances were high he was wasting his time. She’d lost her husband and not very long ago. It would be a long time before she was ready for a relationship again.
Yet here he sat, hoping she’d show up soon. Oddly, he couldn’t wait to meet her son. He’d always liked kids, otherwise he’d have found something else to do, and if this boy was anything like her, well, Thorne thought they’d get along just fine.
Excitement sparked through him, though he fought to keep his face from showing it, as he spotted her at the base of the grandstand. A boy of nine
