He made the declaration of assigning them duties with such abject relief that Stacy tried to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
It didn’t work. It was probably, at least in part, a delayed reaction to her accident, but a little snort of laughter escaped past her clamped lips. And then another one.
McAllister glared, and more laughter slipped out of her. It seemed to her it was the first time since the disintegration of her relationship that she had had anything to laugh about.
The baby chortled, too, and it made her laugh harder.
“Sorry,” she said, trying to bite it back. “Really. Sorry.”
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