“You have to be godmother.” Ethan turned his face to kiss her. “We wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

“Oh, that does it.” Anna burst into tears just as Phillip walked in.

“What’s going on? Why’s Anna crying? Jesus, Ethan, what happened to Grace?”

“I’m fine. I’m wonderful. I’m pregnant.”

“No kidding?” He plucked her out of Ethan’s arms to kiss her lavishly.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Cam demanded.

Still holding Grace, Phillip grinned at him. “We’re having a baby.”

“Oh, yeah?” He arched his eyebrow. “How does Ethan feel about the two of you?”

“Ha-ha,” was Phillip’s comment as he set Grace carefully on her feet.

“You feel all right?” Cam asked her.

“I feel terrific.”

“You look terrific.” Cam drew her into his arms, rubbed his chin over her head. And the tenderness with which he did both had Sybill blinking in surprise. “Nice going, bro,” Cam murmured to Ethan.

“Thanks. Can I have my wife back now?”

“I’m nearly done.” Cam held Grace at arm’s length. “If he doesn’t take good care of you and the little Quinn in there, I’ll beat the hell out of him for you.”

“Are we ever going to eat?” Seth demanded, then stopped at the kitchen doorway and stared. “Why’re Anna and Grace crying?” He swept an accusing look around the room, including Sybill in the heat. “What happened?”

“We’re happy.” Grace sniffled and accepted the tissue that Sybill dug out of her purse. “I’m going to have a baby.”

“Really? Wow. Wow. That’s cool. That’s way cool. Does Aub know?”

“No, Ethan and I will tell her, in a little while. But now I’m going to go get her because there’s something you need to see. Outside.”

“Outside.” He started for the door, but Phillip stepped neatly in his path.

“Not yet.”

“What is it? Come on, move. Jeez. Let me see what’s out there.”

“We should blindfold him,” Phillip considered.

“We should gag him,” was Cam’s suggestion.

Ethan took care of matters by hauling Seth over his shoulder. When Grace brought Aubrey in, Ethan winked, shifted the wriggling Seth, and headed out the door.

“You’re not throwing me in again!” Seth’s voice rang with terrified delight and giggles. “Come on, guys, the water’s really cold.”

“Wimp,” Cam sneered when Seth lifted his face from Ethan’s back.

“If you try,” Seth warned, eyes dancing with joy and challenge, “I’m taking at least one of you with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, big talk.” Phillip pushed Seth’s face back down. “Ready?” he asked when everyone was assembled at the edge of the water. “Good. Do it, Ethan.”

“Man, the water’s cold!” Seth began, ready to scream when Ethan dropped him. But he was set on his feet and he was turned to face the pretty little wooden boat with sky-blue sails that rippled lightly in the evening wind. “What—where did that come from?”

“The sweat of our brows,” Phillip said dryly while Seth gaped at the boat.

“Is it—who’s buying it?”