He looked at her.

“And you want me to,” she said.

“Yes. I do.”

“No one’s ratted me out.”

“It’s your secret to tell, Win.”

“I know. I’m working my way up to it.”

The irony didn’t escape him. He was working his way up to certain things as well. “Sooner than later,” he said, eyeing her belly. “Or you won’t be telling. The Bean will announce her own arrival.”

Winnie rubbed her stomach. “You think it’s a girl? The doc said it’s hard to tell before twenty weeks.”

“I don’t care what it is as long as you and it stay healthy,” he said. “But yeah, I figure it’s a girl. Karma for your teenage years,” he teased.

She finally smiled, and he felt his own smile curve his mouth.

“We’re going to be okay, Win. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. But what about Piper?” She jerked her chin toward the window, and when he looked out, he saw Piper had set up lights and was painting the outside of the last cabin.

“You don’t think she’s okay?” he asked.

“Uh, hello, it’s midnight and she’s out there painting the cottages.”

Good point.

“I think we drove her insane, Gav. Actually, I think we still do. She needs someone in her life.”

They watched Piper paint. She dipped her roller into the pan and lifted it high to reach the eaves. A few drops must have hit her because she swiped her arm over her face, which only smeared the paint.

“We should fix her up with someone,” Winnie said. “As a bonus, it’d distract her from us.”

“Think so?” Gavin asked doubtfully, eyeing Piper’s crazy hair, the paint-streaked face, her ancient, holey jeans, and the too big, long-sleeved T-shirt that read SORRY NOT SORRY across the front.

A shadow crossed the yard and Gavin rose before realizing who it was.

Cam. He said something to Piper, who tipped her head back and laughed.

Laughed.

His hard-ass sister rarely did that anymore.

“Huh,” Winnie said. “Maybe he can’t see too well.”

Cam ran a finger over Piper’s paint-covered jaw and said something else. Piper didn’t laugh this time. She bit her lower lip and stared at Cam’s mouth. And then . . .

“Shit.” Gavin shut his eyes. “They’re going to make out.”

“No, it’s even better.”

Gavin opened his eyes. Cam had taken his hands off Piper—thankfully—and now the man had the roller and was painting in long, smooth strokes. Piper had picked up a paintbrush and was working on the windowsill.

Winnie boggled. “Oh my God, do you think she somehow managed to find a guy all by herself?”

“They grow up so fast,” Gavin said, which made Winnie laugh.

“You do realize she’ll mess this up, which is why we have to help.”

“No. You’re not going to interfere.”

“But—”