“How’s Annie doing?” Adam asked, wondering if she was as frazzled as her husband.

“Terrific. Same as me-thrilled, exhausted, totally in love with our daughter. Looking forward to her mom’s two-week visit.” He lifted the cup to his lips and took a long, deep swallow. “Maybe if I drink five more of these I’ll be able to stay awake till lunchtime.”

“It’s lunchtime now.”

Nick looked at his watch then shook his head. “Damn. How are today’s bookings? Saturday’s my busiest day.”

“Relax. Everything’s fine. I told you-I juggled things around so Kevin’s handling the Baxter wedding. He’s also doing the Anderson anniversary party for you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I know you told me. My brain’s just not firing on all cylinders. Thanks for stepping in. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I may not be an experienced photographer, but organization is right up my alley.”

“You’ve known enough to keep me afloat till things calm down at home.”

“Yeah, and I work cheap, too.”

“Good. ’Cause with the extra money I’m going to have to pay Kevin, I can’t afford to pay you much. Do you know how much baby stuff costs? Major bucks, my friend. Which, by the way, Annie and I want to thank you for all the stuff you’ve bought Caroline. The clothes, books, dolls. They’re great. I never knew you liked to shop.”

“I never had the time-or an adorable princess to buy for. I can’t wait till she’s old enough for video games.”

Nick laughed. “I bet.” He approached the counter and nodded his chin at the proof sheets. “What’re those?”

“Contact sheets from some photos I took last week.” At Nick’s surprised look, Adam said, “I guess I should have told you, but it seemed like you had enough on your plate. Last week when Annie went into labor and you dashed out of here like your shorts were on fire, you told me to reschedule the day’s studio appointments-”