It would be the last really good day of autumn, Caitlin decided, eyeing the baby’s nursery with dismay. Where had the time gone? She had intended to have Wintergreen, her apartment, and especially the baby’s room, ready at least a month ago. With a little more than a month before her due date, it was high past time to get the painting done. And the weather had provided the perfect opportunity to do so. The unseasonably sunny, clear day meant she could open the windows and allow the nontoxic paint fumes to escape while she worked. But before she could even begin, she was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Jordan asked her as he stepped inside, “What are you going to do this fine day, Mrs. Andrews?” “I’m painting the baby’s room.” She ignored his gasp and stepped around his big frame to walk toward the nursery. “Caitlin, you can’t paint a room in your condition,” he admonished her loudly, following behind. “I can paint if I want to! I have to get it done before the baby arrives.”
