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was no doubt Brendan was hugging a lot more than that. Probably screwing Little Meghan’s brains out. She would be a high-pitched screamer, Tracy was certain. And Brendan knew how to make a girl scream, that was for damn sure . . .
    Around one a.m. when Tracy was sure she would never get to sleep, she slipped out of bed and headed down to the kitchen to nibble on leftovers. Riley and Shawn had a pretty elaborate alarm system but Riley told her they never armed the motion sensors inside the house. Shawn had a habit of getting out of bed in the middle of the night and wandering into his studio downstairs just beyond the living room to listen to and mix music. And Riley herself liked to do some writing in her office pretty early as well, so they’d never used the internal alarms for fear of tripping on accidentally.
    Tracy sat in the kitchen eating cold steak and salad and poured herself a glass of red wine, knowing that its narcotic effect, along with the full stomach would have her drifting off to sleep in no time once she made her way back to the bedroom, even though she would have to double her work-out tomorrow to make up for the late-night meal. In front of her, on the kitchen counter was a card which she idly opened while taking her last swallow of wine. It was from Meghan, wishing Shawn and Riley “all the happiness and joy in the world” when they welcomed their “little one.” How cute.
    As she made her way back up the stairs, Tracy hesitated at the sound of a voice. Wondering whether Shawn and Riley were still up, she paused, standing still for a moment. There it was again, the voice, but not speaking. Not intelligibly anyhow. Tracy rolled her eyes.
    Seriously?
    It was the sound of her best friend, eight months pregnant but still getting some. Were pregnant people that huge supposed to do that? I mean, what could you even do with all that belly? She gave a shudder and quickly returned to the guest suite and shut the door, climbing back into bed without bothering to brush her teeth again, and putting the pillow over her head, preferring not to fall asleep to the sound of someone else’s clearly satisfying lovemaking.

Chapter Three
     
    When she awoke just after six, Tracy fully expected that no one else would be up, but when she got to the kitchen, Shawn was already there, standing shirtless and wearing only boxer briefs at the open refrigerator, drinking directly from a carton of orange juice. Remembering the sounds that emanated from the master suite the previous evening, she considered slipping back out of the kitchen before she was detected, but he turned as she entered. Tracy noted his arresting physique; v-shaped torso, narrow waist and enviable abs. She discreetly averted her eyes and turned to find coffee.
    “Hey,” he said. “Forgot you were here.”
    Clearly , Tracy thought. If the racket you and Riley made last night is any indication.
    “Yup. Still here. But I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I get some coffee,” she said, looking through the cabinets.
    The coffee was just out of her reach. Shawn came over and reached above her, setting it down on the counter.
    “Thanks,” she murmured. “Riley awake?”
    “Nope. She sleeps later these days. It’s hard for her to get comfortable at night so she stays up a lot later.”
    Tracy began moving about the kitchen, grabbing things for her coffee. It had been awhile since she’d awoken to anything other than solitude. She wouldn’t have minded sitting out on the loggia and having breakfast with someone, making leisurely, comfortable conversation. But Shawn probably wasn’t her best bet for that kind of morning. Over the years they’d had many conversations, and none of them that she recalled could be characterized as “comfortable.”
    “She say anything to you about when she might take off work?” he asked.
    This was as close as Shawn would ever come to enlisting her help with anything. She knew he wanted Riley on bed-rest or at the very