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laughed. “Easy, Tiger. It’s too early for a pregnancy test, but it’s getting close.”
    “You’ll let us know as soon as the deed is done, right?” The excitement in Delta’s voice rose above the crack of the pool balls.
    “Yes, of course we will. And when we do, the Dom is on me.”
    “A pregnancy party? Ohhh, I like the sound of that.” Waving the waitress over, Delta ordered two glasses of champagne.
    When the champagne arrived, Delta toasted to the health of the not yet conceived child. “To my niece and her moms. May our family always be close and loving and share good times.”
    Tinking the glasses together, Connie sipped her champagne and nodded. “Hear, hear.”
    “Have you decided on a donor?”
    Connie shook her head. “Gina’s done all of the research and we decided it’s best if we go to the sperm bank.”
    “Why is that?”
    “We don’t want the donor to come back ten years from now because he’s decided he wants to play daddy. Too many women have trusted their donor to stay out of the picture, and then, boom, here he is, taking two lesbians to court for custody of the child. No thanks.”
    Delta nodded thoughtfully. “I see your point.”
    “Gina’s going to have her and I am going to adopt. That way, if anything happens to Gina, God forbid, there’s no problem with me keeping the baby.”
    “I never thought of it like that.”
    Connie gulped down the rest of her champagne and wiped her mouth with the napkin. “There’s lots to consider. We just want to make sure no one can take the baby away from either of us.”
    Delta watched as the pool hustler swaggered out the door. “Sounds like you’ve done your homework.”
    Connie reached out and laid her hand on top of Delta’s. “Maybe now the big picture for our families is a little clearer to you. I want you to experience this with me and Gina. That won’t happen if you keep pushing the edge. Sometime in our lives, Del, we all have to slow down a little. I want you there when this child enters our lives.”
    Delta sipped her champagne and nodded before turning her hand up and squeezing Connie’s hand. “10-4, Chief. I think the tuner on my TV just received your signal.”
    “Good. You’re my best friend, Del. Hell, you’re more than my best friend. You’re my family. I want you there. It’s that simple.”
    Delta finished her champagne as well. “Megan is going to just die when she hears this.”
    Glancing at her watch, Connie jerked her head toward the door. “Well, you just might die if we stay out any later. Let’s keep our beautiful women happy by getting home at a decent hour. God only knows, once you’re off suspension, early nights become a fantasy.”
    Tossing two dollars on the table, Delta stood and waved to Harry, who was pouring a drink.
    “Be careful out there, ladies,” he said, waving with his free hand.
    “Count on it, Harry. Have a good week.” Stepping out into the warm night air, Delta waited for Connie to close the door. “That man has built himself a very profitable business.”
    “He sure has. The guys love all those weapons, don’t they? I’m sure it’s some phallic thing. You know...the bigger the gun, the greater the fun. Something like that.”
    Delta made a face. “God, where do you come up with those lines?”
    “Where else? Mercenary Magazine. Gotta keep up on the latest weapons and spy paraphernalia.”
    “You’re sick.”
    “Actually, come to think of it, I think I heard it on Donahue. Or was it Oprah?”
    “That’s even worse,” Delta chuckled putting her arm around Connie’s shoulders. “Next thing you know, you’ll start seeing a psychic.”
    “Well, there is this Madame Lat—”
    “Don’t even.”
    As they strolled through the parking lot, Delta heard scuffling noises coming from the furthest, darkest corner of the lot. Immediately, her senses came to life and she stopped to get a better bearing on where the noise was coming from.
    “Con, do you hear