I dismissed the idea immediately because I couldn’t afford a trip to Tulsa, let alone Denver. But I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. So, I exclaimed, “I already have a hat!”
Boaz chuckled. “I could probably get you a few things to wear for the game.”
When we got to my house, we settled in at the tiny kitchen table, each with a slice of dessert and our coffees.
“Thank you for letting me in on your story. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with my questions about birth moms, but I don’t have anyone else to ask.”
“It’s fine,” I told him. “I’m happy to help you.” I took a bite of my cheesecake and had to grab onto the chair next to me. It was divine.
“Good, huh?” Boaz asked with a smug grin.
“Very. Thank you.” We both took a few more bites before I was brave enough to ask, “What hap
