He swallowed a bite of pot roast, humming his approval. "Those chocolates can stop appearing any time, if they're a bother." He knew that was the last thing she wanted, especially now.

"That kid's gonna have to wait a long time to taste either of those things." He took another few bites, then sipped his wine and leaned back against the couch cushions.

"I've been giving some thought lately to my next book." He paused, taking another bite of food. "I don't plan to start it until the baby's born, and I'm retired, but I'd like to write something about Zoe Hawkes. Not just Zoe, but...other people, people we've lost, people we've helped. I'm tired of writing about the bad guys. I want people to know about the most important part of this job." He'd already been communicating with Zoe's mother about it, and she was amenable to the idea.