Eva coos at Parker. He gurgles in reply. “Aw, y’all really are a team.”

I grab her hand. “We all are. I know I keep saying this, but there’s no way we could do this without y’all. Your love and support has made all the difference. Thank you guys, sincerely.”

“You’ll let us know if you need anything, right?” Olivia says. “We’re only a phone call away.”

I nod. “Of course. But enough about me and baby poop and pediatricians. What have I missed? What’s going on with y’all?”

Gracie glances at Eva. “Have you told her yet?”

“Told me what?” I say, perking up at the hint of juicy gossip.

Eva blushes. Looks away. Looks down at Parker.

“Has Grey said anything to you?” she asks.

I blink. “Oh, girl, you’d better spill the beans right now. And no, Grey hasn’t said anything to me non-baby related in eight days. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she says, careful to keep her eyes glued on the baby. Voice still low. “I just, um. May have seen Ford.”

“Seen?” Gracie says. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Eva shoots her a look. Then looks at me.

“We may have hung out. Once.”

“Just once?”

“Once.” She shrugs. “Twice. Something like that.”

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “Eva! What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me? How? Why? When? I saw y’all talking at the shower. Wow. I knew the two of you had history, but I didn’t know you still held a torch for him.”

“I don’t,” she replies. “It just sort of…happened, I guess. I’m back in Charleston for the time being. We started talking at the shower. Then we…well. One thing led to another…God, I should’ve known the guy would charm my pants off.”

I’m grinning. “The Montgomery men tend to have that effect.”

“They certainly do,” she says under her breath. “Anyway. It’s not serious. Just a summer fling.”

“How very Danny and Sandy of you,” Gracie says.

“Welp,” I say, patting Eva’s knee. “You know I won’t say a word. But I really do love Ford like a brother. Doesn’t mean I won’t kick his ass if he breaks your heart.”

“He’s already done that once,” she says. “Won’t be happening again, trust me.”

I meet eyes with Gracie. She grins. So do I.

“Whatever you do, just be sure to use two forms of birth control,” I say. “Don’t do like I did and rely on only one. That’s how accidents happen.”

“Hey,” Eva replies, nodding at baby in her arms. “I’d say things turned out all right for you guys.”

I look up to see Grey standing in the doorway. Looking as handsome as ever in his stretchy pants—tight, just how I like ’em—and scruff, a burp cloth draped over one shoulder.

He’s smiling. At me.

Making my heart and my stomach and everything else do backflips.

I may have taco meat nipples.

I may be wearing mesh underwear.

But that doesn’t stop me from feeling a rush of emotion.