Though her voice was carefully modulated, Dodge caught a ragged edge of worry.“All right. We’ll tell him together.”Starla twisted on the buggy seat, her eyes going round and dark. “No!” Seeing she’d startled him with her vehemence, she managed a smile and placed a placating hand on his sleeve. “It would be better coming from just me. If I could drop you off and take the buggy….”His dark gaze flickered to the hand on his arm, then up to her smiling face. She could see his suspicion and quickly dropped the coquettishness in favor of candor.“He’s not going to like it and if you want to remain my husband for more than these past few hours, you’ll stay out of arm’s reach of Tyler for a while.”Dodge quirked a smile. “Guess I wouldn’t be his ideal brother-in-law at that.”He reined up the buggy in front of a small two-story frame house. The fenced-in front yard and side garden were slightly overrun with weeds, but the clapboards and trim were in good repair. She glanced from its tightly closed curtains to the man beside her.“Who lives here?”“We do.”He was watching her face, waiting for a sign of her disapproval or acceptance.
