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the cheek. “Not a thing. We haven’t told anyone except Millie. I guess Amber really is a good guesser.”
    â€œYou’re—” Finn started.
    â€œMmm-hmm,” Jacey said, practically glowing. “Ten weeks now.”
    At the news, Finn grabbed Jacey under the arms and started to swing her around. But he stopped abruptly, depositing her back on the ground and stepping back as if she were made of china. Millie and Jacey laughed, and Amber joined in. It was a thoroughly domestic scene, the kind she’d always thought would make her gag with the sickly sweetness of it all. But she wasn’t gagging. And the delighted look on David’s face, the way he watched Jacey with such emotion shining in his eyes, fascinated her.
    Finn caught David in one of those overwhelming guy bear hugs, then backed off and slapped his buddy on the back. “Congratulations. You’ll name the kid after me, of course.”
    â€œBoy or girl,” David said with a grin. “No doubt about it. Little Phineus will be your namesake.”
    Jacey smiled sweetly. “Don’t bet on it.”
    â€œAt any rate,” Finn said, “this calls for a celebration.” He turned to Amber. “Are you in a hurry to get home?”
    She shook her head. “Not at all.” Now that she was in character, she intended to play it for all it was worth.
    â€œGood.” He turned to David. “You guys have dinner plans?”
    David’s eyebrows raised in not-so-subtle amusement. “If I remember correctly, you came here looking for food. Something about certain troubles.”
    Finn waved the remark away. “That’s getting better all the time. Seriously, dinner? My treat. I’ll put the meal together, you provide dessert.” He glanced around the yard. “You didn’t sell the grill, did you?”
    David just rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer.
    â€œNeed anything from the store?” Finn asked.
    â€œSome nonalcoholic champagne,” Jacey said.
    â€œAnd some alcoholic champagne,” Millie added.
    â€œMaybe we should send the girls,” David said. “After all, you’re my hired help.”
    â€œIndentured servitude,” Finn said. “And nobody picks out my steaks but me.”
    â€œBesides,” Millie added, “Finn and Amber should go together.”
    â€œMillie!” Jacey said, pure embarrassment lacing her voice.
    â€œWhat?” Millie’s face was the picture of innocence.
    â€œIt’s okay,” Finn said, turning to Amber. “It looks like we’re being fixed up. At least for the evening. That okay with you?”
    She laughed, the sound bubbling out in a way that surprised her. “As a matter of fact,” she said, “it is.”
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    Diana was on the move again, and Brandon had her in his sights. She’d spent less than two hours at the spa, and Brandon had been privy to their conversation on the deck, courtesy of the miniature microphone he’d hidden on the control panel of Diana’s mudbath. He’d donned the uniform of an attendant, and the ruse had paid off.
    When Diana departed, Drake remained, cooking in a hot tub while she dressed and headed out. Brandon’s first instinct had been to stay in the spa and confront Drake, to surprise him and push his head under the bubbling water until the life drained out of him. But that wasn’t a good idea, no matter how satisfying. For one, Drake “Maddog” Mackenzie was as well-trained—if not better—as Brandon. And while Brandon would clearly have the advantage over a half-naked man in a hot tub, he was astute enough to know that the advantage wasn’t that great.
    From a more practical standpoint, they didn’t know how much of Mackenzie’s plan had already been set in motion. Even if they took the leader out, the shit might still hit the fan. And they wouldn’t be any closer to knowing when, where,