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into action. Before his brother could recover, Will
snatched Karl's keys and made a beeline for the shelf. He grabbed his book,
along with the small package beneath it and rushed toward the door.
    By the time Karl got to his feet, Will was already out of the
cabin and entering the truck. Karl burst outside angrily, but Will closed the
door of the car behind him. "Get back here, Will," his brother
shouted.
    Adrenaline flowing through his veins, Will focused on going
through with his escape. He dumped the book and the package on the seat next to
him and inserted the key into the ignition. He had one moment when he thought
Karl would catch him, as his brother stumbled far too close to the door for
Will's comfort. Despite the panic threatening to choke him, Will didn't lose
his head and instead, quickly drove back, avoiding Karl.
    Karl continued to shout his name, which naturally, Will
ignored. He didn't look behind as he thanked God that the cabin actually had a
forest road leading up to it. He didn't think he could have fled on foot.
    The panic dulled into a sense of decision. His life might
have taken a crazy turn, but that didn't mean he could crawl back into his
family's barn and start hyperventilating again. No, he still had Dean's money
and maps. Sure, Dean could have lied when it came to that too, but at this
point, it was Will's only hope, as flimsy as it might have seemed.
    With that in mind, Will drove straight to the bus station.
Less than an hour later, while he was watching the scenery of his home town fly
past, he wondered if he'd ever see his family or Willow Cove again. Absently,
he set his hand over his belly and thought about the man who'd landed him in
this predicament. Why, Dean? Why did you lie to me?
    ****
    Two weeks later
    Will absently scratched his neck as he descended from the
bus. Damn it, he hated having to wear a wig. It was necessary for his disguise,
but that didn't make it comfortable.
    Will knew he was lucky. Since the weather had taken a turn
for the worse, he'd managed to dress up as a pregnant woman, and actually be
pretty convincing. Nothing else could have worked, since his originally small
lump was growing at an alarming rate, while Will had, for the most part,
maintained his slender build. Most people would have probably assumed that he
had some sort of strange disease, but he would have drawn attention, and that
was something Will couldn't afford.
    And now, here he was, in a small town close to the Canadian
border. He would have probably been on the other side by now, but
unfortunately, there was a little problem with that. He had no documents that
would get customs to let him pass. The day before, while out shopping, he'd
heard two strangers talking in French about a man who could solve such
problems, and so, he'd come here.
    He looked up at the sky and not for the first time,
remembered the night he'd met Dean. Had it been only a month or so back? God,
he couldn't believe it. To think how his life had changed within a matter of
weeks—it was gobsmacking.
    Shaking his head, he picked up his small bag from the driver.
The man shot him a confused look. "Are you sure you want to stay here,
Ma'am?"
    Will nodded. "My husband is meeting me," he replied
in a soft, practiced voice. "Thank you for worrying."
    The driver looked relieved, having been clearly unsettled by
the idea of leaving a pregnant woman alone at night in a small town around a
less than respectable crowd. Will would have bet the money he had left that
three quarters of the people here were smugglers. Oh, well. He had to try,
since he couldn't stay at the border forever. His time was running out, and
Will might have braved the unknown alone, but he couldn't perform surgery on
himself when the day he'd actually have to give birth.
    True, even if he went into Canada, he only had a vague
concept of where he needed to go, but he'd deal with it then. Each step at a
time, carefully and calmly. It had gotten him out of most of the