Will’s dogs.
“I figured I would. They love the lake.”
“Yes, they do. Have fun.”
“We might be a little late on Monday, but we’ll be there.”
“You should take Monday off. It’s been ages since you had a day off.”
“Not that long,” Will reminded him. “I had a week off when I helped Cameron move.”
“That doesn’t count,” Lincoln said. “That was work.”
Will would hardly consider a week alone with Cameron
work
, but he didn’t argue the point. “I’ll see what she wants to do. She may want to get back sooner rather than later.”
“Up to you.”
“I’ll see you. Have a good weekend.”
“You, too, honey,” Molly called after him.
Will headed for the door, eager to get back to Cam and make sure she was just tired and not something else. It couldn’t be that. Could it?
* * *
Lincoln returned to his seat at the table, picked up the paper and settled in to read, his mind racing with scenarios and hoping he’d done the right thing by letting Will go to the lake when Colton was already there.
“That’s it?” Molly asked. “You’re not going to say a word about what just happened here?”
Lincoln folded the corner of the paper down so he could see his lovely wife, who was, in fact, still very lovely nearly forty years after he met her and had the good sense to marry her. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Lincoln Abbott. I happen to know you gave the other set of keys to Colton.”
He did his best not to squirm under her intense glare. “And how do you know that?”
“I have my sources. So what’re you about?”
“It’s a big house. They won’t even see each other.”
Molly raised a brow to let him know she wasn’t buying his bullshit. She always could see right through him.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. Colton went fishing.”
“Is that what he told you?” Molly laughed. “And you believed him?”
What to say? If he admitted he didn’t believe him, he’d walk right into her trap. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Oh, Linc, you can fool some of the people some of the time, but not me. What’re you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“And when Will walks in there to find Colton with a woman, will you still say you weren’t up to anything?”
“That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.”
She shook her head. “You are too much. I hope your little scheme doesn’t blow up in your face.”
Her words were a jolt to his system. He hoped so, too.
* * *
Cameron was still asleep when Will returned to the cabin. He paced for half an hour, the dogs following him anxiously, sensing something was wrong. When he finally heard her stirring in the bedroom, he went into the room, intending to subtly work his way into the question he needed to ask her.
But seeing her sleep-rumpled and beautiful, subtlety flew out the window. “Are you pregnant?”
Her hazel eyes went wide, and her mouth opened and then closed.
“Cameron, answer me. Are you?”
“Not that I know of. Do you know something I don’t?”
“You’ve been so tired, and the dark circles, and you’re hungry all the time, and your breasts, they’re well, you know . . .”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what my breasts are?”
If he wasn’t mistaken, she was enjoying his discomfort. “They’re . . . bigger and more sensitive.” He cleared his throat. “Lately.”
“Who put the idea I might be pregnant in your head?”
“My mom.”
“Your
mother
? What did she say?”
“I mentioned you’d been tired lately, and she said she’d noticed that, too. She asked if it was something more than overwork causing it.”
“So you totally freaked out and jumped to all kinds of conclusions?”
“Not totally. Only kind of.”
“Come here.” Smiling indulgently, she held out a hand to him. “You didn’t tell your mother about my breasts, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t.” He was so wound up he could barely function. However, any time