Ten months later
"Quit your bitching and hold your goddaughter."
Brad's eyes narrowed to slits, but he took the baby from Trish. "I'm not changing another poopy diaper." One look at her daughter and he smiled, though. "Bethany Alexandra Mackey, it is a very lucky thing you look like your daddy. You'd be in trouble if you looked like your mom."
"Very funny. And since when do you take Nick's side on everything? Traitor. You're my best friend."
Brad never took his eyes from the baby. "Since he made you so happy."
She smiled, unable to argue that point, and looked around. "We did good here, Brad."
He glanced around the formal living room at her B&B. She watched his expression closely as he took everything in, finding the same admiration she felt.
They'd restored the Drake house to its
