She had no intention of disrupting those plans with a baby. Cam turned, opening her mouth to tell him to go home, but he caught her around the waist, bending his head to kiss her, his lips gently demanding and familiar. Without even meaning to, she leaned into him, her arms winding around his neck. For that moment as their lips met and parted and met again, she thought about a future with him and their baby. A mix of emotions, led by fear, electrified her, and she took her arms from his neck, pushing him almost violently away.
“Stop! God, Stanley, can’t you take a hint? I don’t want you. I don’t want any of this. I’ve never wanted to settle down and none of that has changed.”
He stood, imperturbable, with the sunlight sparkling off the water behind him. When she finished speaking, he stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “I’ll tell you what I know, Cam.” As usual, his voice had the timber of a well-educated man caught in the body of a construction worker. “I’m a man of simple tastes. I want the woman I love in the home we’ve made together. And I love you.”
She bit back the obvious reply that wanted to escape her lips: I love you, too. She felt extremely tired and scared and too old to be doing any of this. She sighed. “Go home, Stanley. I can’t deal with this.”
“Can’t deal with what?” He caught her arm as she started to turn away. “Tell me what you can’t deal with! Damn it all, Cam, I only want to help you.”
“You!” She glared at him. “You. That’s it. You’re enough, aren’t you? If you love me, go away, for God’s sake.” She jerked her arm free and stomped across the dock, trying not to imagine it disintegrating behind her, taking him away with it forever.