Nielle followed the familiar clatter of pots and pans that let her know that Samantha was back in her domain. As she entered the warm, friendly kitchen, she pasted a smile on her face and tried to sound perky. “Hi Samantha, I missed you yesterday.”
Samantha was pulling a ham out of the oven and answered over her shoulder. “I indulged myself and slept in, since it was around two in the morning when I finally got home, and then I guess our paths just never crossed.”
“Wow! You really stayed late with Tash and Noah.”
“Well, it was mostly Noah. The man was a total wreck after the birth, and was convinced he’d never go near Tash again for fear of making her pregnant.”
“I take it he didn’t do well during labour?”
Snorting, Samantha just shook her head and after testing the temperature of the
