Heather dressed carefully and took her carriage to Northleigh Hall. Cameron himself answered the door and was dressed to go riding. His look of displeasure almost caused Heather to falter.
"What do you want, my love?" he said sarcastically.
She held out a hand. "Cameron, darling, our baby ---"
"Our baby? Ha. It could be anybody's."
"I'm expecting in April. I'm very sure that it's yours."
"Well, we shall see when the baby comes who it favors. If it looks like me, I may concede to accept it."