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Margo stretched luxuriously on her rock, her sexpot body draped in what,
for Margo Sullivan Templeton, was casual wear of red leggings and a
matching shirt. "We're a little tired today," she claimed and patted her
flat belly.

Kate snorted. "Ever since you found out you're pregnant you've been
finding excuses to sit on your butt."

Margo flashed a smile and tossed her long blond hair behind her
shoulders. "Josh doesn't want me to overdo."

"You're playing that one for all it's worth," Kate grumbled.

"Damn right I am." Delighted with life in general, Margo crossed her
long, gorgeous legs. "He's so sweet and attentive and thrilled. Jesus,
Kate, we've made ourselves a baby."

Maybe the idea of two of her favorite people being blindly in love,
starting their own family, did bring Kate a warm glow. But she was bound
by tradition to snipe at Margo whenever possible. "At least you could
look haggard, throw up every morning, faint now and again."

"I've never felt better in my life." Because it was true, Margo rose and
took the metal detector. "Even giving up smoking hasn't been as hard as
I thought it would. I never imagined I wanted to be a mother. Now it's
all I can think about."

"You're going to be a fabulous mother," Kate murmured. "Just fabulous."

"Yes, I am." Margo studied Laura, who was giggling and digging at a
patch of scrubby earth with her two little girls. "I've got an awfully
good role model right there. This past year's been hell for her, but
she's never wavered."

"Neglect, adultery, divorce," Kate said quietly, not wanting the fitful
breeze to carry her words. "Not a lot of fun and games. The girls have
helped keep her centered. And the shop."

"Yeah. And speaking of the shop--" Margo turned the detector off, leaned
on it. "If these past couple of weeks are any indication, we may have to
hire some help. I'm not going to be able to give Pretenses ten and
twelve hours a day after the baby comes."

Always thinking of budget, Kate frowned. The upscale secondhand boutique
they had opened on Cannery Row was primarily Margo's and Laura's domain.
But as the third partner in the fledgling enterprise, Kate crunched
numbers for it when she could squeeze out the time.

"You've got over six months left. That hits holiday shopping time. We