Chapter 18: Chapter 18

“I imagine he’s been swamped now that tax season has rolled around.”

“Totally.” He was an accountant with a major firm in Baltimore. “He barely gets home before ten or eleven and is always too tired to even go out to eat.”

“Maybe you should maketime to relax. The weather’s good. Go out to your bay house for the weekend.”

“We might do that as soon as the fifteenth rolls by. I think we both need the time away.”

“Good.”

Maggie owned a beautiful three-bedroom place overlooking Chesapeake Bay. It was smaller than the house Cam had bought but was beautifully appointed and furnished. The deck, with lounge chairs and a luncheon table on the back side of the house, overlooked the water and was perfect for sunny days. Cam had stayed there when she was first released from prison.

“And how’s Michael?”

Cam laughed. “She’s been making the hour and a half commute from Montreal three times a week to be with me.”

“Well, if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”