Page 123 of Last Call

"What did you think of Avery's daughter?" Fallon asked.

"I think she caught everyone's attention."

Fallon chuckled. "I think she caught Barb's attention."

"Maybe that's a good thing," Billie said.

Maybe.

The glow of the porch light faded into the morning sun by the time Fallon’s phone rattled across the coffee table. Billie’s quickly followed.

Both Billie and Fallon were startled awake, blinking in confusion as they sat up on the couch.

Fallon rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”

“You slept in clothes, Momma.”

They both turned their heads to see Owen walking into the room, holding a stuffed owl he’d gotten as a present.

“I’m hungry,” he said.

“I’ll make something in a minute,” Fallon promised as she reached for her phone while Billie grabbed hers. They glanced at the screens at the same time.

“Riley,” Fallon said.

“Andi,” Billie echoed.

Owen climbed onto the couch between them as they each answered.

Fallon put hers on speaker, and Billie set hers aside.

“Hey,” Fallon said into the phone.

“Morning,” Riley’s voice came through, tired but happy. “Are you two still together?”

“We fell asleep waiting,” Billie admitted.

Andi’s voice joined in. “At least you slept.”

“Well?” Fallon asked.

“You’ve got a new nephew,” Riley said.

“A boy,” Andi added. “Born just after seven this morning. Becky was amazing. Dave cried like a baby.”

“He’s healthy,” Riley continued, her voice soft now. “He’s perfect.”

“They named him William Foster Maguire,” Andi said.

Fallon’s breath caught.

Billie froze.

“They wanted to honor both of you,” Riley added.

Neither Billie nor Fallon knew what to say.

Owen looked between them, wondering why they were so quiet. His Grandma Billie and his momma were always laughing—or talking.

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