Camryn should be here shortly; she called to say she’d come as soon as the dinner with her father ends.”Maggie looked out the window for the tenth time that night. No matter how old they got, she always worried about her children. “I know, but it makes me nervous to know she’s still driving around in that lemon. That thing is only holding on by a hope and a prayer. Hopefully, she’ll make it here without breaking down.”“If she managed to drive from Atlanta to Virginia, I’m sure she’ll make the next twenty miles of her trip.”Maggie sighed. Her husband was probably right, but her concerns would not be allayed until her daughter actually walked through the door safe and sound. “I wish she hadn’t refused our offer to buy her a new car. I think I’m going to have to insist when she gets here.”GianMarco stood behind Maggie, wrapping his large, sinewy arms around her waist, his hands cupping the considerable bulge of her stomach. They were expecting their first child together any day now, and Maggie couldn’t remember a time when she’d been happier except for the birth of her two older children.Her husband grazed her ear with his tongue, causing a shiver to run through her body.
