Page 30 of Snow One Like You

“Baby!” Soren broke the silence in the cabin as he walked in and slammed the door behind him. “We need to talk.”

“Yes, we do…” I whispered, still staring at the stick in my hand. “But probably not about what you’re thinking.”

“Cammie?” He was in the bedroom now, and his footsteps were growing closer to the bathroom.

Crap!I quickly wrapped the test in toilet paper and shoved it in the trash can underneath some other rubbish just before the door opened.

“Hey,” he said softly, his mouth turned down in aworried frown. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah. Just feeling a little under the weather.”

His frown intensified, and he bent down to scoop me into his arms. Thankfully, the nausea had passed, or the swift movement would have caused me to throw up all over my fiancé, and then the cat would definitely be out of the bag.

“I’ll call the doctor.”

“I am a doctor,” I joked.

He wasn’t amused. “Did you hire Siân, yet?”

“Yes, but she won’t be on-site until the medical suite is finished.”

With all the growth at the resort, Caleb, Raven, and I had talked about hiring a full-time doctor, not just a medic. And after being snowed in four weeks ago, we’d come to a unanimous decision.

There were doctors and a hospital in town, but anytime they closed the roads, people on the mountain were left with only the resort medics, who were EMTs.

We’d offered the job to my friend Siân, but she would only be on-site a few days a week until we turned one of the cabins near the inn into a state-of-the-art doctor’s office.

“Then we’ll go into town,” he muttered, carrying me out to the bed and gently setting me on it.

“I don’t need a doctor, Soren,” I sighed. “Not yet, anyway.”

I probably shouldn’t have added that last part out loud. At least I didn’t add that she wasn’t an OB-GYN, so not the kind of doctor I needed anyway.

“Look, I promise to explain everything to you, and then if you want to take me to a doctor, however unnecessarily, I’ll go.”

“Good.”

“But first…”

Soren blew out a frustrated breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Should’ve known that was too easy.”

“Yes,” I quipped with a smirk. “You really should have.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “First?” he prompted.

“Tell me what you wanted to talk about.”

“What?” He looked genuinely confused, and I couldn’t help giggling.

“When you came home, you said we needed to talk.”

“Oh, right. It’s not important right now. I’m worried about you.”

“Spit it out, Alexander,” I growled.

One corner of his mouth lifted, and I sighed. It was unfair when your man thought your anger was cute or sexy. Not that I was complaining about what happened when my ire turned him on. But that was how we got into our current situation. The one I was trying to avoid telling him about.

“Caleb and I talked today about what’s next when the training facility is complete.”

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