18
Yawning, Ginger stretched out on the bed and listened for Cam. She didn’t hear her son but did hear male voices downstairs. From the rush of cool air on her shoulders, she guessed the front door had been opened.
It was late in the afternoon already. Everything was pushed back because Cam had gone to bed late and overslept. She, herself, shouldn’t have given in to sleep while Cam was napping, but that ship had sailed. Ginger sat up and wiggled her toes. Being in Shane’s bed didn’t feel weird. It should, but it didn’t. It hadn’t even felt weird the first night she’d slept there when Shane was in her bed.
Forcing herself to get out from under the cozy sheet, Ginger went through to her bedroom to check Cam was still in his crib. Brushing her fingertips on his cheek, she smiled at her ang
