deliver first? She beat me by two days.
And since she'd bet twenty on herself, it still irritated her a little.
It's the first time I've known her to be in a hurry about anything.
Her Bianca's beautiful, too. She was awake and howling for attention when I was in the nursery. Your nanny has her hands full.
Mrs. Billows can handle anything.
Actually, I wasn't thinking about the babies. It was Max.
She grinned remembering
how Bianca's daddy had come running in, abandoning his new novel on the typewriter to scoop his daughter out of her crib.
He's such a softie.
Who's a softie?
Sloan strode into the room
to
swing his sister off her feet.
Not you, O'Riley,
Amanda murmured, watching the way his face softened like butter as he pressed his cheek to Megan's.
You're here.
He twirled her again.
I'm so glad you're here, Meg.
Me too.
She felt her eyes tear and squeezed him tight.
Daddy.
With a laugh, he set her down, slipped his free arm around his wife.
Did you see
her yet?
Megan feigned ignorance.
Who?
My girl. My Delia.
Oh, her.
Megan shrugged, chuckled, then kissed Sloan on his sulking mouth.
Not
only did I see her, I held her, I sniffed her, and have already decided to spoil her at every opportunity. She's gorgeous, Sloan. She looks just like Amanda.
Yeah, she does.
He kissed his wife.
Except she's got my chin.
That's a Calhoun chin,
Amanda claimed.
Nope, it's O'Riley all the way. And speaking of O'Rileys, he continued, before
Amanda could argue,
where's Kevin?
Outside. I should probably go get him. We haven't even unpacked yet.
We'll go with you,
Sloan said.
You go. I'm covering.
Even as Amanda spoke, the phone on the mahogany front desk rang.
Break's over. See you at dinner, Megan.
She leaned up to kiss Sloan
again.
See you sooner, O'Riley.
Mnuu...