“You told Nora you were 15 weeks pregnant but you’re 19 weeks. Why?” Casey didn’t answer. Derek answered for her. “Because you knew she would eventually tell me. And 15 weeks means a nephew. 19 weeks means a son.” Casey looked up. “Or daughter.”

Grown up Derek has it all: Money, fame and a super-model wife. What could possibly go wrong? And when it does, who is guaranteed to stick her nose in. Dasey.