“Married?” Amber sounded like she’d inhaled helium.
Lance sighed, wishing he’d prepped his mother better. It wasn’t her fault in the slightest. “For nine months,” he said.
“Oh, my goodness.” Amber covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “Did she have a baby?”
“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “No. I don’t have any kids.” He paced back to the top of the steps, annoyance flowing through him. “She was simply someone very different than I thought she was. We got divorced, and I haven’t dated a whole lot in the fifteen years since.”
Amber joined him, but she didn’t touch him the way he wanted her to.
“That’s all,” he said. “That’s the whole dating history. I mean, I went out with a few women here and there. No one I’d say I was dating.” He stared out at the tree his father had helped him
