CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOHarrison
Harrison parked down the street and hurried to the Morris house. Today was Talia’s baby shower, and the whole team would be here. Talia was adamant about waiting until the last minute to have her shower. He understood her hesitance to move past the “this is all too good to be true” notion. But at thirty-two weeks, he was sure she no longer had any reason for concern.
He checked his watch to make sure he wasn’t late. He’d been asked to arrive at four o’clock, not a minute before.
Talia wanted the guys to show up in time for the food to be served, but after the ladies had some time to celebrate on their own.
As Harrison reached the front door, Sam’s daughter, Willow, ran by him, almost taking his legs out from under him. “Uncle Harry!”
“Willow! Don’t knock Unc
