How far is he willing to go to get it?
CHAPTER 28
TARA
Posey squeals with delight as Henry opens the Rolls-Royce door. "Daddy Cameron!" Posey erupts into a fountain of giggles as Cameron embraces her. Edison woofs a greeting.
"I saw the pictures of you girls eating ice cream," he teases. "Looks like you were having too much fun!"
All the way home, Posey entertains Cameron with feedback on her whale story. Then she regales him with news about Abernathy's arrowhead collection.
"Can we collect arrowheads? The library lady said she'd put the arrowheads we find under a glass case. And that she'd consider giving me my own wing!"
Cameron looks up and meets my eyes. "An arrowhead hunt? I think that can be arranged."
"I'll check the internet for a specialist guide," I say.
When we get back to the estate, I ease Posey out of her new pink shirt and blue jeans. "Do you want to wear your Froggy jammies down to dinner?"
"I'm not hungry," she mumbles sleepily. "Where are my pretty new clothes?"
The shopping bags from our afternoon expedition sit by her dresser like colorful presents. "Henry brought them up from thetrunk. Tomorrow you can unwrap them like Christmas presents," I promise.
"Goodie," she sighs, slipping under her blanket.
I tuck the covers around her small form, then retreat to my room.
In the mirror, my reflection proves I look as exhausted as I feel. The cold water I splash on my face does little to wash away the memory of Jason's veiled threats at the library.
His bitter words about "new information" and "digging too deep" echo in my mind.
I find Cameron in the living room, guitar in hand. His expression, the relaxed way he's leaning against the sofa, and Edison at his feet would make a perfect centerfold for a magazine like Rolling Stone.
"Well, I just put Posey to bed," I say, settling across from him on the matching chair. "I didn’t see Mrs. Bixby upstairs. Or Mrs. Bellows in the kitchen. Odd."
"Sorry. I forgot to tell you. Mrs. Bixby texted me to say her sister was ill and asked if she could have time off. Mrs. Bellows volunteered to drive her."
"Oh. The house seems so quiet without them. How was your afternoon?"
"Good," he says with a shrug, strumming some notes. "I saw Salty on Main Street. We had a good chat."
"Was that your sudden appointment?"
He shoots me a questioning look.
"This morning, when we were still in the car, it looked like you got a text message. And had to attend a meeting."
Cameron shakes his head. "That was Mr. White. He needed me to come to his office and sign something."
"Sign what?"
"I didn’t sign my name properly when I gave the sample for the paternity test. It's nothing to worry about. But it could delay our going to New York for a few days."
I nod. "I wish I knew what Jason was planning. I saw him today at the library. I have no idea how he knew we were there."
"He was following you?"
"I don't know. I'm sure it's not one of his hangouts. Do you think he wants to challenge you for custody?"
