Splitting the Defense

Chapter Three

"I could ask you the same thing. I just got done with a run and was circling back to my place. What in the world are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

The woman sighed rather than immediately answer. While contemplating, or whatever caused her to not fill him in on what she was doing in the lake, she pulled herself up the rest of the way. Toby watched as her grapefruit-sized breasts cleared the edge of the dock. They threatened to spill out of the black swim suit trying to hold them in. Toby felt the need to run over and try to help corral them, but he stayed in place, watching as her rounded stomach also made an appearance.

With how thin her face and arms were, there was little doubt in his mind the expanding stomach carried a child. He hadn't let himself think his time in the woods would involve a little fun when he noticed the woman, but seeing that she was pregnant felt a little like a letdown. Lifting his sunglasses up on his head, to hopefully get a little better idea of what she looked without a haze, he realized that pregnant or not, the woman was a looker.

Toby knew that without verifying her hair was more than likely a dark shade of brown when not sopping wet and that her eyes were a light color, either blue or green, but it drove home the concept that his body wasn't as sleepy up on the mountain as he thought it would be. Something stirred in his running shorts as he stood up and turned to face his company, and the something wasn't one of the rampant insects that had been buzzing around his head.

At least he was fairly sure it wasn't. The thought made him worry about what he'd find when he took a shower. Shaking his head, he remembered that showers weren't possible, so it'd be a dip in the lake. After a week of cleaning the cabin, the task was long past due.

"You must be the developer guy I heard about in town. You're staying at the Tinker place, right?"

The woman was still tense, but her words didn't sound it. There was a cute drawl to them that Toby found endearing. He'd heard some of the townsfolk talking when he made a run for supplies, but her accent was a little different. It didn't sound quite as thick.

"I'm not a developer, and I couldn't tell you if the rundown cabin I'm calling home is the Tinker place or not. It's through that clearing over there, so you tell me."

Toby pointed to where he was pretty sure his giant loop around the woods was taking him back to. There was a tall coniferous tree of some sort by the cabin he was using as a guide. He'd found on his run that there were a number of those kinds of trees, so he hoped he'd kept his eyes on the right one.

"You're not a developer? What in the world are you doing up on this mountain if you're not planning to build something?"

The woman had stood basically motionless after getting out of the water. It was a little odd and robotic, but the hands to the hips he witnessed as she asked her question were more natural to him. Toby couldn't complain about her lack of movements, because he was basically standing like a statue himself.

He didn't want to scare her away, and he was afraid any movements after he got to his feet would send her running. He probably shouldn't have bothered even standing, but he wanted to get a better look at her. It was hard to figure out how old she was, and he couldn't begin to calculate how pregnant she was.

Both of those questions were at the front of his mind; along with one about her finger missing a wedding ring. It wasn't any of his business, but she seemed to be running around the woods alone about ready to give birth. It made sense to Toby to think there was an expectant father somewhere going crazy wondering where she was.

"I think I'll keep my reasons my own for now. What are you doing out here alone? You're pregnant, right? Aren't you worried about the baby?"

Her eyes narrowed at Toby's rushed questions. He knew there was no way she wasn't pregnant, so he didn't think he'd offended her that way, but he got the sense he had definitely said something wrong.

"I know these woods like the back of my hand. I think there's more risk of you getting hurt than me, so don't you dare question whether or not I'm doing what's right for my child."

She didn't move from her spot, but Toby found himself taking a step back to get away from her words. He was close enough to the edge of the dock that he had to catch himself from falling back into the water. A move that only helped prove her point.

"I wasn't saying anything about your parenting skills. I just didn't expect to find a pregnant woman out here while I contemplated jumping in the water."

"Really? Because it sure sounded to me like you're one of those guys who thinks he knows better than a woman what to do with their body."

The woman shook her head as she hurried to walk by Toby and off the dock. As she moved by him, he sucked in a breath of air, worried his breathing would in some way disturb her and set her off even more. He didn't have much experience with pregnant women, and it was pretty obvious his tact needed some work. His overall interactions with women probably needed work.

"Whoa, just hold on a second there. I was worried about you knowing nothing about your situation, so don't go lumping me into a bucket of people you already hate without giving me a chance."

Toby took a step forward like he was going to follow the woman, but as she spun around to face him again about three feet into the grass in front of the dock, he froze in place. He knew nothing at all about the woman, only the fact that she was clearly a force of nature. It was hard to imagine being able to know that about a person from only spending five minutes, maybe, with them, but he had no doubt whoever she was, she didn't let the world dictate her life.

"I'm not someone you need to worry your pretty little head over. I come down every morning at this time for a swim, so if you don't mind, work around my schedule. I'm not a people person, nor do I plan on becoming one."

She turned and started to walk away, but Toby didn't want their encounter to end so absolutely. He could understand if she had some private time carved out that he interrupted. That didn't mean they couldn't at least be cordial, especially since they appeared to be neighbors of some sort.

"Wait, my name is Toby. I'm not sure how long I'll be sticking around here, but you know where I live if you need anything."

He'd hoped the statement would include something similar, at the very least her sharing her name. It didn't surprise him, though, when all he got in return was a scoff. She didn't even falter her steps for a second as she headed down a trail to the left of the dock.

Tobymade note of the general direction and tried to seek out a house or cabin inthe distance. All he saw were trees, so he'd have to rely on the direction toguide him when he got brave enough to go exploring that way. For the timebeing, he turned so he could sit back on the dock and let his legs slide intothe water. He had to stink, and he hoped that was one of the reasons she seemedstandoffish, not so much the fact that she already hated his guts.