You're here.

He twirled her again.

I'm so glad you're here, Meg.

Me too.

She felt her eyes tear and squeezed him tight.

Daddy.

With a laugh, he set her down, slipped his free arm around his wife.

Did you see

her yet?

Megan feigned ignorance.

Who?

My girl. My Delia.

Oh, her.

Megan shrugged, chuckled, then kissed Sloan on his sulking mouth.

Not

only did I see her, I held her, I sniffed her, and have already decided to spoil her at every opportunity. She's gorgeous, Sloan. She looks just like Amanda.

Yeah, she does.

He kissed his wife.

Except she's got my chin.

That's a Calhoun chin,

Amanda claimed.

Nope, it's O'Riley all the way. And speaking of O'Rileys, he continued, before

Amanda could argue,

where's Kevin?

Outside. I should probably go get him. We haven't even unpacked yet.

We'll go with you,

Sloan said.

You go. I'm covering.

Even as Amanda spoke, the phone on the mahogany front desk rang.

Break's over. See you at dinner, Megan.

She leaned up to kiss Sloan

again.

See you sooner, O'Riley.

Mnuu...

Sloan gave a satisfied sigh as he watched his wife stride off.

I do love

the way that woman eats up the floor.

You look at her just the way you did a year ago, at your wedding.

Megan tucked

her hand in his as they walked out of the lobby and onto the stone terrace steps.

It's

nice.

She's...

He searched for a word, then settled on the simplest truth.

Everything. I'd

like you to be as happy as I am, Megan.

I am happy.

A breeze flitted through her hair. On it carried the sound of children's laughter.