“She doesn’t want you to go, Cam.”
Cameron Mackenzie closed his eyes, leaning against his horse’s flank for a moment, momentarily pausing in the rub-down he’d been giving the animal. “She and I went over this, Marin. You and Thom agreed. Trade is important and I’m the one best qualified to ride out for it.”
“I don’t exactly recall agreeing to that piece, but you’re right about trade being important.” I crossed my arms, watching him. “It doesn’t have to be you making this ride, though.”
“Yeah, it does.” Cameron turned toward me, his brows knitting together. “It’s one of those things, Mar. You and Thom and Phelan and the others, you’ve got things that you know in your gut you’ve got to do. This is one of those things for me. I have to be the one to go out and do this, at least this time.”
The words at least this time echoed in my head. In my heart and in my gut, I knew for sure that he was thinking this would be more than a one-time thing.
The worst of it was, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was right about that.
“You know that I have to do this,” he said, watching my face. I sighed and looked way.
“Neve’s my friend, Cam. More importantly, she’s pregnant with your children and she doesn’t want you to go.”
“She’ll be fine,” he said, his voice quiet and firm. “I won’t be gone that long—just going to make contact with the settlement to the south that Phelan came across this winter and then start setting up a trading outpost between here and there.”
“But alone?” I shook my head. “That’s a bad idea.”
“Daniel said he’d send a few of his pack with me,” Cameron said, then hesitated. My stomach sank.
I don’t like this.
Cameron cleared his throat. “Thom said he’d come, too.”
That was exactly what I was afraid he’d say.
What the hell is my husband getting himself into now?