CHAPTER 63

“Did you love Jorgen?”

“No.”

“Still, you were so young when all that happened. I’m surprised you never married and had more kids.”

“After the shit I’ve told you, you think I’d subject a kid to havin’ me as a father?” Or a woman who’d want me as a husband. He didn’t say it, he just shifted his weight on the hard cement. “What about you and Steve?”

“What about us?”

“You never had kids. On purpose?”

“We would’ve welcomed a baby. Just didn’t happen. And Steve was old-fashioned.

He didn’t want fertility tests to figure out the problem. Nor did he warm to the idea of adoption. I know some folks look at me with pity because I’m childless. But you can’t miss what you’ve never had.”

“True. What would you do if you ended up pregnant now?”

Gemma choked. “What? Lord, Cash, I’m forty-eight—”

“You ain’t been through menopause yet, have you?”

“No. Have the symptoms, though.”

“Don’t matter. My unci had her last baby when she was fifty-one. She thought it was menopause. So, I guess that means we’d bet