Sweet Surrender, Baby Surprise (14 page)

“I'll go with you,” he said.

“I'd rather be alone for a while.”

“Too bad.” He slid into the water and grabbed her hand.

“Cameron, I think you've said all there is to say.”

“No, I haven't.”

Turning to glare at him, she said, “What else is there?”

“Just this.” He stared into her eyes because if he looked at her gorgeous breasts, he'd probably begin to whimper and admit something he'd be sorry for later. “I'm glad you're in love with me, Julia.”

“What?” Her forehead crinkled in confusion. “Why?”

“Because it'll help our marriage run more smoothly.”

Her mouth gaped. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just that if you're in love with me, you won't be tempted to give up on our marriage. And that's a good thing for all of us.”

“Listen, you arrogant bigheaded fool,” she said, and jabbed his chest with her finger. “I was never tempted to leave you, but you're pushing it. And don't for one minute think that I don't know the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you're just as much in love with me as I am with you. You can fight it all you want, deny it all you want, but someday you'll admit I was right. I just hope it won't be too late.”

Then she dove under the water and swam away.

S
he was in love with him.

Cameron would never admit it out loud—because he valued his body parts—but he was more than thrilled to hear Julia say she loved him. Yeah, he could see she was a bit annoyed with him, but she would get over it. After all, he reasoned, she was in love with him. Now they could go on from here with an even stronger marriage and a great family life. Maybe someday, they'd give Jake a little brother or sister. Who knew?

Did that make him arrogant, as Julia had accused him of being? Cameron chuckled as he switched the power level on the hose in order to wash down the cars. It had been two days since they'd returned from Monarch Dunes. Two days since Julia had confessed she was in love with him, then turned around and told him he was arrogant for insisting that this was a good thing.

No, he wasn't arrogant. He was smart. Smart, for recognizing that what Julia wanted most in life was a family. Smart, for deciding that Julia and Jake should live with him and be that family together. And smart, for avoiding the fall into love that had ruined his parents' lives and left Cameron wary of ever getting too close to anyone for fear that it might destroy them.

And if he'd ever had second thoughts about opening his heart and accepting that he might be in love, it had only taken the unexpected and unwanted presence of Martina at the party to remind him why that was a bad idea. Had he honestly thought, way back then, that he was in love with her? She was an empty shell compared to Julia.

But seeing Martina had stirred up other memories as well, ones he truly didn't want to revisit. Memories of the myriad mistakes he'd made in ever thinking he was worthy of love. Memories of Wendy, his high school girlfriend, who had upended the notion of love so badly that it had almost ruined his life.

Cameron turned off the water and reeled in the hose. Then he grabbed a chamois and began to dry off the cars.

No, he thought. Whether she knew it or not, Julia was much better off without his love. She could have his affection, his respect, his admiration. Hell, she could have his body, too. She could have just about anything she wanted, but she would never hear Cameron admit to loving her. Doing so would just lead to another disaster his heart couldn't afford.

 

It wasn't enough for her. Not anymore.

Julia folded the laundry, then opened the dryer to
toss in yet another load. She usually didn't mind these household chores. In fact, she generally enjoyed the quiet simplicity of such uncomplicated tasks. But today, nothing was making her happy.

It had been a week since that night in the grotto, and Cameron was still acting as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed. And maybe nothing had changed—for him. But for Julia, the whole world had shifted.

She had thought it would be enough to go through life married to a considerate husband and a wonderful father for her baby. She had agreed to the wedding, agreed to move into his home. Now she wanted more.

Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't fair of her to change the rules in midstream. But she couldn't help it anymore. It wasn't just that the rules had changed. It was that Julia herself had changed. She had told him she was in love with him and now she needed him to admit the same.

But he wouldn't. He couldn't. They'd discussed it again last night and she had demanded to know why. What had happened in the past that made him refuse to love her now?

She'd even swallowed her pride and asked him if his feelings had anything to do with that woman she'd met at the formal party. Martina. Was he still in love with her?

Cameron had laughed and brushed off her question, saying only that she was barking up the wrong tree, and left it at that. He wouldn't tell her anything more, wouldn't give her any reason for it.

And now she could actually feel her heart breaking. For herself and for him. And for Jake. All this time,
she'd tried to convince herself that it was enough to have a family, an attentive husband, a darling baby. But she'd finally come to the realization that it wasn't enough. She wanted it all. And she deserved it all.

 

The following Saturday, Adam and Trish threw a small party for a few friends to celebrate their pregnancy. Julia brought homemade breads and dessert and helped Trish with the dinner. Later in the kitchen, she stacked the dessert plates.

“Can I wash the dishes?” Julia asked.

“No, no,” Trish said easily, hanging the potholders on their hooks. “Adam and I like to clean up the place by ourselves once our guests go home. It's fun to spend the time together, talking and laughing about the evening and planning our next get-together.”

Just then, Adam walked into the kitchen and slipped his arms around Trish's waist. “I missed you. Are you done in here?”

“Yes.” Trish beamed at him and he kissed her, then laid his cheek against her head.

Later, on the ride home, she turned to Cameron. “It must be wonderful for you to know your brother Adam is so happy.”

Cameron glanced at her sideways as he drove down the highway. “Never really thought about it, but I suppose it's nice.”

“Nice?” She laughed. “Cameron, the man is so head over heels in love with his wife, he can't see straight.”

Cameron held up his hand. “Okay, I know where this is going and we've been there before. For the last time, I'm telling you that we have a great life together. Why can't you just let it go at that?”

He reached for her hand and squeezed it. It was an affectionate move, meant to reassure her that he cared. But oddly enough, she had to blink back unexpected tears that threatened to fall. She refused to cry, refused to act like more of an idiot than she already was. But was it so idiotic to want all of him? She wanted his heart, not just his name. If that made her a fool, then so be it. At least she would be a fool for love. The thought made her smile all the way home.

But the next day, as she put the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, she felt her world closing in on her. She had to sit down for a minute as she wondered if she was actually sick or if it was just her heart breaking.

“Good grief,” she murmured, standing up with determination. She shut the dishwasher door and turned it on. “When did you become such a drama queen?”

Why couldn't she just let it go? But she couldn't. She'd fallen in love with Cameron and all those strong feelings had wormed their way into her heart. She had to do something about them because she was pretty sure that if she continued to live without love, she would lose herself.

With a sigh, she remembered there was one person in the world she could talk to about her problems. She changed Jake's diaper and got him dressed, then packed him in the car and drove to Sally's house.

 

“What a nice surprise,” Sally said when she opened her front door.

“I hope you don't mind that we stopped by without calling.”

“Are you kidding?” she said. “I love it. Come in.”

“Thanks.”

Sally led the way through her comfortable, stylish living room to her big sunny kitchen. “Don't ever think you can't drop in on me. I love seeing you.”

Jake blew bubbles and cooed as he bounced in his carrier.

“Yes, my little darling.” Sally tickled his belly. “I love seeing you, too.”

She pulled a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator, poured two glasses and placed them on napkins on the kitchen table. “Now sit and tell me what's going on. Are you feeling okay? You look a bit down.”

Julia shook her hair back and held her shoulders up. “I don't really know where to begin. I suppose I'll start by saying, I'm in love with your son.”

“I assume you mean Cameron,” Sally said dryly.

Julia choked on her laugh. “Yes, of course.”

“Okay, then yes,” she said, chuckling. “Of course I know you love him, despite your inability to admit it at the wedding. It makes me so happy to hear you finally say it.”

Julia began shredding her napkin. “But he doesn't love me, Sally.”

“What?” Frowning, Sally sat back in her chair. “Honey, of course he does. He loves you very much. I can tell with every look he gives you. I've never seen him so happy.”

“Why won't he tell me, then?”

“Tell you what?”

Julia gave Sally a look of frustration. “Why won't he tell me he loves me?”

Sally took a slow sip of her tea. “He's never told you?”

“No,” Julia admitted, and buried her face in her
hands. “And I feel so stupid, so needy. It's making me sick inside. We actually agreed, when we got married, that love wouldn't come into it.”

“You did what?” Sally sounded sincerely shocked.

“Oh, I know what you're thinking,” Julia said. “But it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We married in order to provide Jake with two parents who lived together and loved him. And I was just so happy to be a part of your family, I had to do it.”

“Oh, sweetie.” She sniffled.

“But now I've fallen in love with Cameron and I've told him, but he insists he's not in love with me. And the thing is, Sally, we're so happy otherwise. So maybe I should just stop whining and be content with what I've got.”

Julia sat up straight and looked at her mother-in-law with resolve. “But I can't. I used to think I could be happy without love, but I want it all, Sally. I want him to love me.”

“Oh, dear.” Sally jumped up from the table and stooped down next to Julia, where she rubbed her arm and patted her cheek. “He does love you, sweetie. Believe me, I know my son. He's not an easy man, but he's worth the battle.”

“He really is,” Julia said through a light mist of tears.

“Now, you need to stop worrying so much.”

“I'm trying.”

“Good girl,” Sally said. “Now try harder.”

Julia laughed, then took hold of Sally's hand and squeezed it. “But I need to ask you something really serious, and I hope you'll keep it between us.”

“Anything, sweetie.”

Julia bit her lip, then took a deep breath and said what she'd come here to say. “Is there something about Cameron that makes him not want to love me? Oh, that sounds so stupid but I need to know. Is it something about me? Or is it him?”

“Oh, my,” Sally said, pushing herself up. She began to pace around the kitchen as she talked. “Poor Cameron. Your question makes me wonder if this whole thing might be because of his father. He was a horrible man. I never got the complete story because the records were sealed, but I knew he was violent. I don't want to alarm you, but I did find out that the man killed Cameron's mother, then killed himself.”

“Oh, that's awful. Cameron's never said anything.”

“No, he wouldn't. But he was so unhappy when he first came to live with us.”

“Oh, God,” Julia whispered, as she considered the sad little boy he'd been back then.

“Then, when he was a senior in high school,” Sally said, “he met a girl.” She told Julia about Wendy. “He always blamed himself for her horrible behavior.”

“But that's not fair,” Julia cried.

“No, but that's Cameron. I'll never forget it when he told me it was his fault and that his father was right.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Maybe I shouldn't have told you all this,” Sally said, frowning. “I don't want you to worry that he might hurt you. He wouldn't.”

Julia's eyes widened in disbelief, then she started to laugh. “Hurt me? Cameron? He doesn't have a violent bone in his body.”

Sally smiled. “It's true. He never was much of a fighter. Oh, sure, he went and joined the marines, but
it wasn't because he was looking for a fight. My theory was that his early childhood was so chaotic, he was always seeking more control and order in his life. I think he appreciated that aspect of the military.”

Julia made a face. “Well, he certainly likes to control things, doesn't he? But still, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's the most gentle man I know.”

“Yes he is,” Sally said, then smiled slyly. “But I'm thinking you might need to ruffle his feathers a bit before he comes to that realization for himself.”

Julia frowned at her for a moment, then slowly, understanding dawned. “Oh, Sally, you're a wise woman.”

She splayed her hands out. “That's exactly what I keep telling my sons.”

 

Cameron brought her a beautiful butterfly pin made of yellow diamonds and sapphires.

“Oh, Cameron, it's lovely,” she said. “But why?”

“No reason.”

She took a deep breath. “Are you sure it's not because you're in love with me?”

“Julia…”

“I know, I know.” She held up her hand. “It's okay, I know you won't say it. But I do want to make sure of one thing. You love Jake, right?”

“What? Of course I do,” he said and stared impatiently out the window.

“I'm glad to hear it, for your sake and Jake's.”

“What are you getting at?” he asked.

She placed the lovely pin back in its cushioned jewelry box. She smiled at him and her tone turned blunt. “It'll just make the custody agreement easier to deal with once Jake and I move back to my house.”

“Once you—what?” Stunned, he spun her around to face him. “What's that supposed to mean? You're not moving out. We're married. You're not going anywhere.”

She clasped her hands together. “I thought it would be enough, Cameron. But it's not. You're a wonderful man, kind and attentive, and so good with Jake. You're an amazing lover and a great friend. But you don't love me, and I want a husband who will love me.”

“I'm your husband,” he bellowed, then remembered the baby and lowered his voice. “This is all wrong, Julia. You're trying to change the rules again.”

“I don't think I am,” she said quietly. “I just think that from now on, I'm following my own rules.”