Page 140 of Lavender Lake
“I’m a fan of you when you’re naked and one of my body parts is in your mouth, thus rendering you silent.”
“If only you weren’t going on your overnight camping trip, you could take pity on me and let me into your bed again, and I’d renderyousilent,” he said.
“The idea does have appeal. But now thatIknow my grandmother knows we’ve been sharing a bed, it’s weird. And sneaky.”
He sighed. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine. Good.”
“Morning sickness?”
“No. Not really. I mean, I puked when Muddy confronted me about being pregnant, but I think that had more to do with nerves.”
“Okay. You haven’t gone to the doctor yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. But I don’t know how I’m supposed to when my friends are in town. I wasn’t planning on them coming early.”
“You’re happy they’re here, though. Last night at dinner, you were . . .”
“What?”
“I don’t know. It’s like everything in your world was right.”
“That’s a good way to put it.”
Hadley came up the driveway in her SUV and she parked next to the farm truck. She cut the engine and the driver’s side door opened. Wyn climbed out of the passenger side and Poet spilled from the back.
“Hey, Bowman,” Poet greeted.
“Ladies,” he said. “Have fun on your camping trip.”
“How’s the packing going?” Hadley asked.
“Just finished,” I said. “You get snacks?”
“Yep. Pregnancy-friendly snacks,” Hadley said with a wry smile. “But booze and cured meats for those that can partake.”
I saw Cas look at me out of the corner of my eye, but I pretended not to see him.
“I just want to say goodbye to Dad and Muddy real fast,” Hadley said. “And then we can go.”
“Me too,” I said.
“We’ll move the snacks into the truck,” Wyn said.
Dad had pitched a fit being cooped up in his room and was finally enjoying time downstairs on the couch. Muddy was croqueting in her chair, the TV on low.
“We’re packed and ready to go,” Hadley said, leaning over the couch and kissing his cheek.
“You’ve got bear spray?” he asked.
“Yep,” she said.
“And the revolver,” I added.
“Good,” Dad said. “Have fun.”
Wyn and Poet were in the truck bed when we came out. Cas was nowhere in sight and neither was the stallion. No doubt he’d taken him to the barn to give him a good rub down.
