“You could at least have had the decency to use a goddamn rubber!”

His brain started working again, and there was no way he’d take the blame for this. “I talked to Daph—to your sister-in-law before I left Chicago, and she said everything was fine. Maybe you’d better have this conversation with her boyfriend.”

“She’s a little preoccupied to have a boyfriend right now.”

“She’s holding out on you,” he said carefully. “You made this trip for nothing. She’s going with a guy named Benny.”

“Benny?”

“I don’t know how long they’ve been together, but I’m guessing he’s the one responsible for her current condition.”

“Benny’s not her boyfriend, you arrogant son of a bitch! He’s a fricking badger!”

Kevin stared at him, then headed for the wet bar. “Maybe we’d better start over from the beginning.”

Molly parked her Beetle behind Phoebe’s BMW. As she got out of the car, she dodged a mound of dingy, ice-crusted snow. Northern Illinois was in the grip of a frigid spell that showed every sign of lingering, but she didn’t mind. February was the best time of year for curling up with a warm computer and a sketchbook, or just for daydreaming.

Daphne couldn’t wait until the baby rabbit was big enough to play with. They’d dress up in skirts with sparkly beads and say, “Oo-la-la! You look divine!” Then they’d drop water balloons on Benny and his friends.

Molly was glad her speech at the literacy luncheon was over and that Phoebe had come along for moral support. Although she loved visiting schools to read to children, giving speeches to adults made her nervous, especially with an unpredictable stomach.

A month had passed since she’d discovered she was pregnant, and every day the baby became more real to her. She hadn’t been able to resist buying a tiny pair of unisex denim overalls, and she couldn’t wait to start wearing maternity clothes, although, since she was only two and a half months along, that wasn’t necessary yet.

She followed her sister inside the rambling stone farmhouse. It had been Dan’s before he and Phoebe were married, and he hadn’t uttered a word of complaint when Molly had moved in along with his new bride.

Roo raced out to growl hello, while his more mannerly sister, Kanga, trotted behind. Molly had left him here while she was at the luncheon, and as soon as she hung up her coat, she leaned over to greet both dogs. “Hey, Roo. Hello, Kanga, sweetie.”

Both poodles rolled over to get their tummies scratched.

As Molly complied, she watched Phoebe slip the Hermès scarf she’d been wearing into the pocket of Andrew’s jacket.

“What’s with you?” Molly asked. “All afternoon you’ve been distracted.”

“Distracted? What do you mean?”

Molly retrieved the scarf and held it out to her sister. “Andrew gave up cross-dressing when he turned four.”

“Oh, dear. I guess—” She broke off as Dan appeared from the back of the house.

“What are you doing here?” Molly asked. “Phoebe told me you were traveling.”