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Beyond any doubt, he knew that when it was Caroline’s time to deliver their child, he’d be as bad as Laredo. Pacing, worrying, wondering. Praying.
    â€œI’m going back in there,” Laredo announced as though he couldn’t bear to be away from Savannah a moment longer.
    Grady stood, slapped his friend on the back to encourage him, then sank into his seat again.
    â€œWe’re going to be just like him, you know,” Cal said.
    Grady nodded in agreement. “Worse, probably.”
    Cal grinned. “When’s Caroline due?”
    â€œThe end of October.”
    â€œYou two certainly didn’t waste any time, did you?” Cal teased.
    â€œNope.” Their wedding had been the last week of October, and Caroline was pregnant by the first week of January. They’d hoped it would happen quickly, seeing as Grady was already well into his thirties and Maggie was going on seven. It made sense to start their family early.
    As the wind howled, Cal looked out the window. “Why is it babies are always born during a storm?”
    â€œIt probably has something to do with barometric pressure.”
    Cal scratched his head. “You think so?”
    The hell if Grady knew, but it sounded good. The phone pealed in the kitchen and the two men stared at each other.
    â€œIt’s probably Glen and Ellie again,” Cal said.
    Cal’s brother and his wife lived in town and would have been with them, Grady suspected, if not for the storm.
    Grady answered the phone. “Nothing yet,” he said, instead of his usual greeting.
    â€œWhy didn’t anyone phone me?” Dovie Boyd Hennessey demanded. Dovie and Savannah had been close since the death of Savannah’s mother, Barbara, seven years earlier. Dovie owned and operated the antique shop, which sold everything from old scarves and jewelry to valuable china cups and saucers, all arranged around antique furnishings. The women in town loved to shop at Dovie’s; she was universally admired and treasured by the town.
    â€œSavannah’s in labor and I only now find out,” Dovie said as though she’d missed the social event of the year.
    â€œWho told you?” Grady asked. The women in Promise had a communication system the CIA could envy.
    â€œFrank, naturally,” Dovie told him. “I guess he talked to Laredo earlier this evening. He just got home.” She paused for breath. “Has the baby come yet?”
    â€œNope, and according to Jane it could be hours before the blessed event.”
    â€œHow’s Savannah?”
    â€œBetter than Laredo,” Grady said.
    Dovie’s soft laugh drifted over the line. “Give her my love?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œAnd call me the minute you hear, understand? I don’t care what time of day or night it is.”
    â€œYou got it,” he said on the tail end of a yawn.
    â€œDon’t let me down, Grady.”
    â€œI wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her.
    By the time he returned to the living room, Cal had picked up a magazine and was flipping through the pages.
    â€œYou read that one an hour ago,” Grady reminded him.
    â€œSo I did.”
    A few minutes later Caroline came into the room, and Grady leaped to his feet. “Sit down,” he urged his wife. “You look exhausted.” She should have been in bed hours ago, but he knew better than to suggest it. Caroline was as stubborn as they came, but then so was he. They understood each other, and he could appreciate her need to be with her best friend.
    â€œIt won’t be long now,” she told him as she slid her arms around his waist. “The baby’s crowned.”
    Grady nodded. “Wonderful. How’s Savannah?”
    â€œShe’s doing well.”
    â€œAnd Laredo?”
    â€œHe’s holding Savannah’s hand and helping her with her breathing.” Grady sat down, pulling Caroline onto his lap. She pressed her head against