Brenda Harlen - Double Duty For The Cowboy

Regan just grinned.

* * *

Over dinner Brielle entertained them with stories about her job and her life in New York. Though Regan was in regular contact with her sister via telephone and email, she’d missed this in-person connection. Connor seemed content to listen to their spirited conversation while he rubbed Baxter’s belly with his foot beneath the table.

It seemed a strange coincidence to Regan that her sister and his brother were both currently living in the Big Apple. If their circumstances had been different—and they didn’t have two newborn babies—she might have suggested that they take a trip to New York to visit their respective siblings. But their circumstances weren’t different, and she didn’t envision any joint travel plans anywhere in their immediate future.

“There’s an Italian restaurant near our place—Nonna’s Kitchen—that my roommate Grace would swear has the best lasagna she’s ever tasted.” Brie dug her fork into her pasta again. “I told her that she only thought it was the best because she’s never had Celeste’s lasagna, but even I’d forgotten how good this really is.”

“Her chicken cacciatore is even better,” Connor noted.

“Apples and oranges,” Brie said. “Though I would say they’re both equally delicious.”

By the time they’d finished eating, Piper was awake and wanting her dinner, so Regan and Brie went to deal with the babies while Connor washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen. He walked into the living room as Regan lifted a hand to her mouth, attempting to stifle a yawn.

“I’m sorry,” she said to her sister.

“I should be the one to apologize,” Brielle said. “You just got home from the hospital after giving birth barely more than a week ago—it’s a wonder you’re still awake.”

“And since the babies are sleeping...” Connor began.

“I should be, too,” his wife said, finishing the recitation of the advice all the doctors and nurses had given to her. “And I will, as soon as I make up the bed in the spare room—”

“Already done,” he said.

“You didn’t have to go to any trouble,” Brielle protested. “I would have been happy camping on the sofa with a blanket and pillow.”

“It wasn’t any trouble at all,” Connor assured her.

She hugged him then. “You are, without a doubt, my absolute favorite brother-in-law.”

“I’m your only brother-in-law,” he remarked dryly.

Brielle grinned. “And that’s why you’re my favorite.”

Regan couldn’t help but smile, too, as she listened to the banter between them. She was pleased that Brie had so readily accepted Connor as part of the family, especially because she knew he hadn’t been welcomed with open arms by her mom and dad.

But she wasn’t worried about his relationship with her parents right now—a bigger and more immediate concern was the fact that she had to share a bed with her husband tonight.

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