CHAPTER 13
The next day, Drew was examining the furniture in his living room when someone knocked on the door.
“It's open,” he called, lifting the flap of fabric at the bottom of his couch and peering underneath.
“What are you doing?” Michael's voice startled him, and he jumped, hitting his head.
“Ow. Next time warn a person, would you?” He got to his feet.
“Sorry.” Michael chuckled.
Drew turned to face his brother. He'd brought his gorgeous wife with him. I wonder how I ever missed the signs of Sheridan's pregnancy. It's obvious now. She isn't particularly big, but the curve of her belly is unmistakable. “Hi, you two. I didn't know you were coming.”
“We were in the neighborhood. Is this a bad time?” Sheridan sounded concerned. Perhaps the sight of him scrabbling under the sofa had
