Why else would she be in this unthinkable predicament? Sophie cast a look out of the corner of her eye to the man sitting beside her on the buckboard jostling over the rutted roads. Correction: Make that her husband. He’d barely spoken a word to her since he’d choked out “I do” to the parson. Her stomach pitched and rolled along with the wagon. Saints preserve me, I’ve married a complete stranger. The child on her lap kept fingering the material of her discarded skirt and, from time to time, repeated the same word: “Mine.” I’ve married a complete stranger with an imbecile for a child. She kissed the boy’s blond curls and rubbed her cheek across the softness of his tresses. Maternal protectiveness sparked a gentle warmth within her heart. My child, now. By the shocked expression on Cam’s face, she wasn’t the only one astonished by their sudden union. Yet hadn’t he stated his case for the marriage quite well over a meal at the Pinewood Cafe? He would have someone to raise his boy and take care of the house.
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