chocolate cake in it for you if you donât give me a hard time about it.â
She brushed the fresh tears away. âI want the cake first.â
âYou got it.â
âWhatâs this, feasting already?â Maggie strolled in, a bouquet of daffodils in her arms. Her husband came in behind her, his face hidden behind a stuffed bear.
âHello, Mum.â Rogan Sweeney bent over the bed to kiss his sister-in-law, then winked at Gray. âDa.â
âShe was hungry,â Gray said with a grin.
âAnd Iâm too greedy to share my cake.â Brianna forked up a mouthful of chocolate.
âWeâve just come from having another peek.â Maggie plopped down on a chair. âAnd I can say, without prejudice, that sheâs the prettiest babe in the nursery. She has your hair, Brie, all rosy gold, and Grayâs pretty mouth.â
âMurphy sends his love and best wishes,â Rogan put in, setting the bear beside the dog. âWe called him just a bit ago to pass the news. He and Liam are celebrating with the tea cakes you finished making before you went into labor.â
âItâs sweet of him to mind Liam while youâre here.â
Maggie waved off Briannaâs gratitude. âSweet had nothing to do with it. Murphyâd keep the boy from dawn to dusk if Iâd let him. Theyâre having a grand time, and before you ask, things are fine at the inn. Mrs. OâMalleyâs seeing to your guests. Though why youâd accept bookings when you knew youâd be having a baby, I canât say.â
âThe same reason you kept working with your glass until we carted you off to have Liam, I imagine,â Brianna said dryly. âItâs how I make my living. Have Mother and Lottie gone home then?â
âA short time ago.â For Briannaâs sake, Maggie kept her smile in place. Their mother had been complaining, and worrying about what germs she might pick up in the hospital. That was nothing new. âThey looked in and saw you were sleeping, so Lottie said sheâd drive Mother back and theyâd see you and Kayla tomorrow.â
Maggie paused, glanced at Rogan. His imperceptible nod left the decision to share the rest of the news up to her. Because she understood her sister, and Briannaâs needs, Maggie rose, sat on the side of the bed opposite Gray, and took Briannaâs hand.
âItâs as well sheâs gone. No, donât give me that look, I mean no harm in it. Thereâs news to tell you that it isnât time for her to hear. Roganâs man, his detective, thinks heâs found Amanda. Now wait, donât get too hopeful. Weâve been through this before.â
âBut this time it could be real.â
Brianna closed her eyes a moment. More than a year before sheâd found three letters written to her father by Amanda Dougherty. Love letters that had shocked and dismayed. And finding in them that there had been a child had begun a long and frustrating search for the woman her father had loved, and the child heâd never known.
âIt could be.â Not wanting to see his wife disappointed yet again, Gray spoke carefully. âBrie, you know how many dead ends weâve run into since the birth certificate was found.â
âWe know we have a sister,â Brianna said stubbornly. âWe know her name, we know that Amanda married, and that they moved from place to place. Itâs the moving thatâs been the trouble. But sooner or later weâll find them.â She gave Maggieâs hand a squeeze. âIt could be this time.â
âPerhaps.â Maggie had yet to resign herself to the possibility. Nor was she entirely sure she wanted to find the woman who was her half sister. âHeâs on his way to a place called Columbus, Ohio. One way or the other, weâll know something soon.â
âDa would have wanted us to do this,â Brianna saidquietly.