On the snow-covered lawn in front of an old log cabin stood a small wooden sign that said, Abbie Harper Whelan, Attorney at Law.
The front door swung open, and out walked a very pregnant attorney, followed closely behind by her forest ranger husband, with an overnight bag on his shoulder and a dog at his heels.
As he slipped his arm about her waist to support her, she grumbled, “But it’s Christmas! This was not supposed to happen this way.”
Jack steadied her as he led her down the walk to his pickup truck. “I never promised you perfect.”
“Good, ’cause if you had, I’d be filing a lawsuit on the way to the hospital.”
Jack smiled. “That’s one of the reasons I love you. You’re a great multitasker.”
Her pain having subsided for the moment, she looked at him in earnest. “Do you really thin
