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She looked inside.

“Oh, good. Another quesadilla.”

“You liked them?”

“So did Theo.”

She shifted, pressing a hand to her lower back.

I pulled a chair toward her.

“Want to sit?”

“Yes, please. Don’t tell my husband.”

“I won’t.”

“He’ll want to know why I didn’t sit sooner.”

Through the window, we could see Rafferty getting out of the car.

Arabella watched him hurry toward the door.

“He’s going to cry when this baby gets here.”

“Probably.”

“So am I.”

I squeezed her shoulder.

Eventually, we persuaded the last of the staff to leave. Caspian made one final attempt to carry dishes into the kitchen.

Ivy intercepted him.

“Your shift is over.”

“I haven’t had a shift.”

“Exactly. Try to enjoy it.”

Elliot took his arm while he balanced Henry against his shoulder.

“Come on. They’ve survived this long.”

Finley and Soren followed. Daisy was still asleep beneath Soren’s open coat.

“Do you want me to take her?” Finley asked.

“Nope.”

He paused beside Grant.

“You all set?”

Grant nodded.

“Thanks again.”