Megan laughed. "You're all pipsqueaks compared to me, pregnant or not."

It was true. At five-nine I was tall, but Megan was six-one in flats. She was also broad shouldered and strong, and had been since we were kids. And she hated bullies. No one had been surprised when she'd become a cop.

Megan went back to the kitchen table and sat down. "So you're the last one, Con."

"Yeah, well, don't hold your breath. With work and Heidi I do not have the time."

"You have to make the time, honey." Lauren put her hand on my shoulder. I was saved from further good-natured lecturing by the doorbell, as...