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which Justin and Erik knew about but rarely discussed.
    “It’s been a hard year,” Erik said.
    “Isn’t it always hard?”
    “Harder than most,” his brother amended. “I think he’s getting tired of it.”
    “Then he should quit.”
    “Who should quit what?” Izzy entered the kitchen, her brownish-black gaze bouncing from her husband’s face to Justin’s and back again.
    Erik just looped his hands around her waist and tugged her close. “Are you hungry again?”
    She smiled impishly. “For pecan pie. I came to help with the dishes in order to get at dessert more quickly.”
    “Too late.” Justin stuffed the last glass in the dishwasher and closed the door. He’d arrived barely an hour before they’d sat down for dinner, so he hadn’t had an opportunity to catch up very much with anyone, including his sister-in-law. “You’re looking better than ever, Iz.”
    She turned in the circle of his brother’s arms and beamed at him.
    It took a few seconds for Justin to notice the way their linked hands were clasped over her belly. But when he did, it took less than a second for him to realize why. “Holy—” He broke off. “You’re pregnant?”
    Izzy glanced up into Erik’s eyes. “Looks like we’re announcing it today whether we planned to or not.”
    Erik smiled slowly and Justin felt an unfamiliar—and unwanted—jolt of envy. His brother looked so damn happy. So content. And Justin felt so...not.
    Still, his brother was happy. And Justin was genuinely glad for that. And Isabella...well, she’d always been a looker with her white-blond hair and dark eyes. And now she had an extra shine around her.
    He blew out a breath because his throat actually felt tight. “Damn. Congratulations.” He wrapped them both in a big hug, which made Izzy laugh and complain, because she was a good foot shorter and couldn’t breathe while stuck between two big men. When Justin finally stepped back, envious or not, he knew he had a big, stupid grin on his face. Probably one that matched Erik’s. “So when’s he—”
    “She,” Erik corrected.
    “Due?”
    “The baby ,” Isabella said with a soft laugh, “is due the end of April. We’re not going to find out early what we’re having.”
    “Murphy knows there’s a baby, though?”
    Isabella nodded. “We told him yesterday.”
    “He figures it’s his right to make the announcement today,” Erik said wryly. “Being the big brother and all.”
    “Sounds like he’s got the Clay tendencies down, born into them or not.” He leaned over and kissed Isabella’s cheek. “You’re going to be a great mom, all over again.” The circumstances leading to her becoming Murphy’s mom had been tragic. But they’d ultimately prompted their move to Weaver, where they’d found Erik and become a family.
    She blinked, looking teary through her smile. “Thanks.” She sniffed quickly. “We’ll all learn together, anyway.”
    “So...pretty much status quo,” Erik said wryly.
    Isabella chuckled and swiped her cheek. “Pretty much.” They all looked back at the sound of footsteps as Tabby entered the kitchen.
    The easy smile on Tabby’s face faded a bit as she hesitated. She didn’t look at Justin. “Um... I just came to help get the pies—”
    Isabella quickly moved out of Erik’s arms. “Squire’s probably getting testy,” she said with a knowing laugh. She picked up two of the pies sitting on one counter and handed them to Erik before she grabbed two more. “Bring the plates,” she said as she and Erik left the kitchen.
    Tabby quickly snatched up a stack of pie plates and started to follow, but Justin grabbed her arm. “Wait a sec.”
    “They can’t eat pie without plates.”
    “My family? You’re kidding, right? They could eat without hands. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder since I got here. Don’t you think it’s time we got past that?”
    Her brown eyes—usually warm and shiny as melted chocolate—were unreadable. “I don’t