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Chapter Seven

Jason stood in the dark bedroom looking down at the twin-sized bed and the sprawling lump hanging half off it. Elizabeth had joked often enough that Cameron could sleep standing on his head in a snowbank and Jason suspected it was close enough to truth.

Once Cameron had wound down enough from the excitement of the day, he'd hit the hay hard.

He leaned over and smoothly lifted his son's head and shoulders back onto the mattress. Cameron, predictably, didn't stir. Not even when Jason pulled the quilt up over his shoulders, nor when he suddenly sat on the side of the bed, his weight denting the mattress.

A good part of him wanted to scoop up the boy and hold on tight. Never let him go. Cameron was his. His. He had been since the day Jason had talked a brokenhearted, desperate girl named Elizabeth Webber with corkscrew curls out of giving up her baby for adoption and into marrying him.

But the truth was, even then he'd expected this day to come. Seven weeks, seven months, seven years. What did it matter? Jason had known even then that he was living on borrowed time with his beautiful wife and son. Because sooner or later either the man she'd loved, his half-brother, would return; or she'd fall for someone else. Someone who'd be able to give her the large family she'd once dreamt of having.

"Jason? What is it? It's after midnight. Is Cameron all right?"

His head shot up at the whisper. Elizabeth was padding into the room, her arms hugged around herself the way she had of doing when she was chilled.

"He's fine." He stood and watched her smooth her hand over Cameron's tousled head. "You're cold. You should get back in bed."

She turned and looked up at him, lifting one hand to push back the hair that hung in wild curls half way down the back of the faded blue football jersey she must have appropriated from his side of the closet. The movement made the too-wide neck of the shirt slide down one ivory-smooth shoulder.

Desire, hard and hot, ripped through him. He very nearly reached for her. But the knowledge that she'd passed out just from the mere sight of his half-brother kept his hands to himself.

"What about you?" she asked.

Dark amusement curled through him as he followed her into the hall and quietly pulled Cameron's door closed. "I'll be along." Once he'd stuck his head out in the cold night air that was.

She took a few steps along the hallway toward their bedroom. Then stopped. Turned back, looking at him. Her eyes were shadows in the dim light. "Jason, are...are you all right?"

His amusement died. "Why?"

"I just — You aren't . . . well — "

"Spit it out, curly cue."

Her soft lips trembled at the nickname, then firmed. "You seem . . . I don't know. Upset. Ever since you told me about, about — "

"Can't you say his name?"

She made a soft sound. "You are upset. You haven't even come to bed."

"Did you want me to?"

Her lips parted. "Of course I want you to get some sleep. You're up every day before dawn and — "

"Sleep."

She cast him a look he couldn't read, then just as quickly looked away. "You're my husband."

He didn't know what devil drove him. "And that's why you want me to come to bed."

"Actually," her soft voice sounded strained. "I think we need to talk . . . "

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