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“I don’t think any of us thought this all the way through.” Josiah sat on the rug that had been left behind.

“Is that rug some priceless artifact?” Looking at it more closely made her think it might be - and notjustexpensive because it was huge.

“I don’t think so.” Josiah squinted at it. “I’m not sure where it came from. I think it was here when I moved in.”

“How do you think this thing went? Are we in the clear?”

“I think so. They may bluff and bluster some more, but there’s nothing for them to do. We didn’t have anything to do with his death. We shouldn’t have been asked to stay in the first place. This investigation is bogus, and we know it - and they know we know it.”

Bekah leaned her head back against the wall and her eyes closed. She needed a nap. Earlier, she’d been grateful she wasn’t sick - and that remained true - but she was exhausted most of the time. Growing a human was hard work.

“Need a nap?” The sympathy in his voice both surprised Bekah and not at the same time. Surprised that he, like many, weren’t more judgmental about naps. Unsurprised because he didn’t seem like the type to judge people harshly in the first place. Not like Ian who had always made snarky remarks when Bekah wanted to take a nap - even before they were married. How would he have been with her pregnancy?

“I wouldn’t turn one down, but I don’t want to sleep through getting new furniture.”

“I won’t let you.”

As soon as he said it, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Josiah called.

The gorgeous blonde who’d been at the church, and had a personality the size of Texas, blew into the room.

At least that’s how it seemed to Bekah.

The woman set a toddler down on the floor and plopped down next to Josiah - while wearing slacks that had to have cost as much as Bekah’s rent for the better part of a year.

“I kind of like it like this,” the woman said as she stretched out on her back. “Lots of room.”

“Then you can do this in your place. See what Levi says about that. He loves his recliner.”

“True story.” The princess rolled onto her side as the toddler climbed on Josiah’s back. “I’ve got a roomful of furniture coming this afternoon. You may not want all of it, but it’s all much more comfortable than the monstrosities you had in here before, Siah. Whatever you don’t like will be sent back, and we’ll try something else.” She looked at Bekah. “Siah said your current decorating style is best described as eclectic?”

“I guess that’s one way to put it. I said hand-me-down comfortable. I’ve never cared much about matching as long as I thought it was comfortable.”

The princess looked at her brother. “I like her. I love that. I like it better if it matchesandis comfortable, but comfort and function trump aesthetic any day - especially in private areas the media and public will never see.”

“She and Levi live in an RV part time,” Josiah explained to Bekah. “He’s a travel blogger.”

Bekah nodded like she’d already known that. Actually, living in an RV sounded like a nightmare, but she’d always thought it would be nice to travel in one.

Maybe she and Josiah could...

She blinked. Since when did she and Josiah have a future beyond whatever was going on with Athmetis?

But the thought of traveling the country with him in a bus-sized RV held an appeal she didn’t expect. The two of them, alone together, traveling wherever the road took them. Maybe a trip down Route 66. That could be fun.

Something she never would have considered with Ian.

That she didn’t miss him more bothered Bekah.

Before she could dwell on why - again - the princess moved from stretched out on her side to sitting cross-legged in a smooth motion Bekah could never hope to imitate.

“We haven’t actually met yet. I’m Gen, second oldest of this crew.” The toddler decided she was done climbing all over Josiah and sat in Gen’s lap. “And this is the oldest of my crew.” She kissed the curly blonde hair.

“Oldest?” Josiah asked.

“You caught that, huh?” Gen smiled. “Barely, but yes. We’re having another baby.”