Dad By Choice. Marie Ferrarella

to snowball if she wasn’t careful.

      “Just the brother of one of my patients.” Her tone was casual, dismissive. “I told him to come by the office after hours.”

      “This is getting more interesting…” Mitchell raised and lowered his brow comically.

      Abby sent a withering look his way. She knew their hearts were in the right place. It was their noses she objected to. “You know what I didn’t like about growing up in the middle of a big family, Mother?”

      Playing along, Megan deadpanned, “No, what, dear?”

      “There was never any privacy.” Abby’s gaze swept over all of them, warning them that she was too tired to put up with teasing comments for very long. “Fortunately, I can walk away now.”

      “Spoilsport,” Beth called after her.

      “You bet,” Abby shot back over her shoulder, then looked at her mother. “Okay if I leave?”

      Megan rose. They’d said all there was to say for the moment. There was one more thing, but she wasn’t going to mention it now. For the time being, she intended to keep to herself the baby bracelet she’d taken from the infant with its initials, CO. She’d noticed it when she first saw the baby, and had managed to remove it without anyone observing her doing it.