Kevin sprang away from the fireplace. “Get your coat,” he snapped. “We’re going for a walk.”

“I don’t really—”

“Now!”

As much as she hated facing him, talking with Kevin alone would be easier than dealing with him in front of the Calebow Mafia. She set her lovey on the carpet and rose. “Stay here, Roo.”

Phoebe picked up the poodle as he began to whine.

With her spine ramrod straight, Molly marched out of the room. Kevin caught up with her in the kitchen, gripped her arm, and hauled her into the laundry room. There he shoved Julie’s pink and lavender ski jacket at her and snagged Dan’s brown duffel coat from a hook for himself. He threw open the back door and gave her a none-too-gentle nudge outside.

Molly pulled on the coat and tugged at the zipper, but it didn’t come close to meeting in the front, and the wind cut through her silk blouse. Kevin didn’t bother fastening Dan’s coat, even though he only wore a summer weight knit shirt and khakis. The heat of his fury was keeping him warm.

She reached nervously into Julie’s pocket and found an old knit cap with a faded Barbie patch. The remnants of a glittery silver pompon hung by a few threads at the top. She yanked it on over her hair. He pulled her to a flagstone path that led to the woods. She could feel the anger rolling off him.

“You weren’t going to tell me,” he said.

“There was no need. But I’m going to tell them! You should have done that when Dan showed up and spared yourself a long trip.”

“I can just imagine his reaction. This isn’t my fault, Dan. Your perfect little sister-in-law raped me. I’m sure he’d have believed that.”

“He’ll believe it now. I’m sorry you had to be … inconvenienced this way.”

“Inconvenienced?” The word was a whiplash to her. “This is a hell of a lot more than an inconvenience!”

“I know that. I—”

“This might be an inconvenience in your rich-girl’s life, but in the real world—”

“I understand! You were a victim.” She hunched her shoulders against the cold and tried to fit her hands into the pockets. “This is my situation to deal with, not yours.”

“I’m not anybody’s victim,” he snarled.

“You were mine, and that makes me responsible for the consequences.”

“The consequences, as you call them, add up to a human life.”

She stopped walking and looked up at him. The wind snatched a lock of his hair and slapped it against his forehead. His face was rigid, his too-handsome features uncompromising.

“I know that,” she said. “And you have to believe that I didn’t plan any of this. But now that I’m pregnant, I want this baby very much.”

“I don’t.”

She winced. Logically, she understood. Of course he wouldn’t want a baby. But his anger was so fierce that she crossed her arms protectively over her waist. “Then we haven’t got a problem. I don’t need you, Kevin. Really. And I’d very much appreciate it if you’d forget all about this.”