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“Well, I’m pretty sure I’ve reached my physical therapy quota for the day.” She stretched her arms above her head, smiling. She had that beautiful after-sex glow on her face that made her look like the happiest woman in theworld.

“Charlie didn’t mention anything about the night, and the night is still notover.”

“No, he didn’t, but I feel spent.” As tired as she was, Kate still managed to twist her body around and lift her legs, resting them against theheadboard.

“Are you trying to keep my sperm insideyou?”

“Yes.”

“There’s plenty more where that camefrom.”

She chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m planning on using you for much more than yoursperm.”

“Good. I was beginning to worry a little. Here.” I maneuvered to join her and covered us both with a duvet. Kate snuggled to my side, shivering at the sound of rollingthunder.

“Cameron?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pretty sure fate has decided for us to have ababy.”

I heard a smile in her voice that made me happy. That was all Iwanted.

“You promise to not be disappointed if it doesn’thappen?”

“Ipromise.”

From the look of the glowing smile on her face and the way she was smoothing her hand over her flat tummy, I was afraid that Kate was setting herself up for failure. Hopefully my swimmers were strong enough to score on their first try, but if not on the first one, maybe I could give them a little help in the morning aswell.

Unfortunately for us, the night would be over sooner than wethought.

Chapter 6

Kate

The earth shook underneath me,and an ear-crushing bang rattled through the bedroom. It was that day all over again, except it was real. It wasn’t a nightmare. I was still at the cabin, in our bed, and the crunching noise wouldn’t end. It reminded me of when my bones were breaking;crack,crack,crack, and I wanted to throwup.

This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,I repeated in my mind, and I heard something else crash nearby. I gripped the sheets, screaming. “Cameron!”

“Kate!”

He grabbed me from the side and put his arms around me, shielding me as debris fell somewhere in theroom.

“What the hell was that? What’s going on?” As soon as I asked the question, I felt a chilling breeze stream into the room and I shivered. Outside, the dawn was just making its appearance, and the wind was blowing even harder than when we’d fallenasleep.

“I don’t know. Here, put this on.” He reached for his sweatshirt from a drawer by the bedside and pulled it over my naked body. There was a cut on his forehead and hisarm.

“What’s goingon?”

“I think the tree fell on the house. Come on,” he yelled, over the howlingwind.

“You’re hurt.” I pointed to hiscuts.

He wiped his hand across his forehead, saying, “It’s not bad. Let’s get out ofhere.”

We dressed in a hurry. Cameron held me by my arm as I hopped downstairs to where we’d left my crutches last night. When we made it outside, the wind had settled, and in the morning’s first light we saw the damage to the cabin. The birch tree at the back of the house was broken, and its top half had crashed into the roof and the bathroom, breaking the bedroom windows in theprocess.

“Oh, myGod!”

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