Неизвестно - Megan's mate

Yes, it does.

Megan could feel the pull of them, even through the glass.

But isn't

it risky, having them out here this way?

Holt arranged for security. Having an ex-cop in the family means nothing's left to chance. The glass is bulletproof.

Amanda tapped her finger against it.

And wired

to some high-tech sensor.

Amanda checked her watch and judged that she had fifteen minutes before she had to resume her managerial duties.

I hope your rooms

are all right. We've barely scratched the surface on the family renovations.

They're fine.

And the truth was, it relaxed Megan a bit to see cracked plaster and gnawed woodwork. It made it all less intimidating.

Kevin's in paradise. He's outside

with Alex and Jenny, playing with the new puppy.

Our Fred and Holt's Sadie are quite the proud parents.

With a laugh, Amanda

tossed back her swing of sable hair.

Eight pups.

As Alex said, everyone's having babies. And your Delia is beautiful.

She is, isn't she?

Maternal pride glowed in Amanda's eyes.

I can't believe how

much she's grown already. You should have been around here six months ago. All four of us out to here.

She laughed again as she held out her arms.

Waddling every

where. The men strutting. Do you know they took bets to see if Lilah or I would

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...

Sloan gave a satisfied sigh as he watched his wife stride off.

I do love

the way that woman eats up the floor.

You look at her just the way you did a year ago, at your wedding.

Megan tucked

her hand in his as they walked out of the lobby and onto the stone terrace steps.

It's

nice.

She's...

He searched for a word, then settled on the simplest truth.

Everything. I'd

like you to be as happy as I am, Megan.

I am happy.

A breeze flitted through her hair. On it carried the sound of children's laughter.

Hearing that makes me happy. So does being here.

They descended

another level and turned west.

I have to admit I'm a little nervous. It's such a big step.

She saw her son scramble to the top of the fort in the yard below, arms raised high in victory.

This is good for him.

And you?

And me.

She leaned against her brother.

I'll miss Mom and Dad, but they've already said that with both of us out here, it gives them twice as much reason to visit twice as often.

She pushed the blowing hair from her face while Kevin played sniper, fighting off Alex and Jenny's assault on the fort.

He needs to know the rest

of his family. And I.. .needed a change. And as to that she looked back at Sloan

I tried to get Amanda to show me the setup.

And she told you that you couldn't sharpen your pencils for a week.

Something like that.

We decided at the last family meeting that you'd have a week to settle in before you started hammering the adding machine.

I don't need a week. I only need

I know, I know. You'd give Amanda a run for the efficiency crown. But orders are you take a week off.

She arched a brow.

And just who gives the orders around here?

Everybody.

Sloan grinned.

That's what makes it interesting.

Thoughtful, she looked out to sea. The sky was as clear as blown glass, and the breeze warm with early summer. From her perch at the wall, she could see the small clumps of islands far out in the diamond-bright water.

A different world, she thought, from the plains and prairies of home. A different life, perhaps, for her and her son.

A week. To relax, to explore, to take excursions with Kevin. Tempting, yes. But far from responsible.

I want to pull my weight.

You will, believe me.

He glanced out at the clear sound of a boat horn.

That's

one of Holt and Nate's,

Sloan told her, pointing to the long terraced boat that was gliding across the water.

The

Mariner.

Takes tourists out for whale-watching.

The kids were all atop the fort now, shouting and waving at the boat. When the horn blasted again, they cheered.

You'll meet Nate at dinner,

Sloan began.

I met him already.

Flirting a meal out of Coco?

It appeared that way.

Sloan shook his head.

That man can eat, let me tell you. What did you think?

Not much,

she muttered.

He seemed a little rough-edged to me.

You get used to him. He's one of the family now.

Megan made a noncommittal sound. Maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was part of hers.

Chapter 2

As far as Coco was concerned, Niels Van Horne was a thoroughly unpleasant man.

He did not take constructive criticism, or the subtlest of suggestions for improvement, well at all. She tried to be courteous, God knew, as he was a member of the staff of The Towers and an old, dear friend of Nathaniel's.

But the man was a thorn in her side, an abrasive grain of sand in the cozy slipper of her contentment.

In the first place, he was simply too big. The hotel kitchen was gloriously streamlined and organized. She and Sloan had worked in tandem on the design, so that the finished product would suit her specifications and needs. She adored her huge stove, her convection and conventional ovens, the glint of polished stainless steel and glossy white counters, and her whisper-silent dishwasher. She loved the smells of cooking, the hum of her exhaust fans, the sparkling cleanliness of her tile floor.

And there was Van Horne or Dutch, as he was called a bull in her china shop, with his redwood-size shoulders and cinder-block arms rippling with tattoos. He refused to wear the neat white bib aprons she'd ordered, with their elegant blue lettering, preferring his rolled-up shirts and tatty jeans held up by a hank of rope.