“Have you two talked to anyone else about this?” I asked, feeling more tired than I’d let him hear in my voice. “About these plans that you’ve been making? Made any more arrangements that Neve and I should be aware of?”
Cameron just stared at me. “Are you angry at us?”
“No,” I said, and meant it. I sat down on a crate and watched him as he resumed his mount’s rub-down. “I’m just trying to figure out who knows and who doesn’t, Cam. There’s planning that needs to happen either way.” I wish that Thom had told me that he was planning on going with you. The fact that he is—and that he’s dragging Davon and Matt with him—changes things. “Did Daniel say which of his pack he’s sending?”
“I don’t think he’d decided yet. Said something about talking to Thordin about it first.” Cameron paused again, looking at me. “You’re pale, Mar. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, hugging a knee against my chest. It was starting to get uncomfortable to do that, but not nearly as uncomfortable as it was becoming for Neve, who was pregnant with twins and showing much more than I was. It would still be months before she or I should be giving birth, but nothing was certain anymore. “Just tired, that’s all. Have you talked to Kel? To J.T.?”
“I haven’t,” Cameron said. “Thom said he’d talk to them. Said it’d be better coming from him.”
I wonder if he planned on telling me before or after he told them. I nodded slowly. “It’s probably true. Jay’s going to try to talk him out of it.”
“If he does, then he does,” Cameron said. “I don’t think he will, though.”
I didn’t think he’d be successful, either, but he’d still try. J.T. knew me—and more importantly, he knew Thom. The pair were as close as brothers and J.T. rarely hesitated from telling Thom when he was about to make a mistake.
It was a pity that my husband didn’t always listen.
