“Avery,” Toby murmured. It took me a moment to realize that he’d just suggested a name. “Avery Kylie Grambs.” Toby looked from the baby to me with a crooked little smile. “Rearrange the letters.” We wouldn’t have been us without one last challenge, one last game. “Avery Kylie Grambs,” I said slowly, “rearranged…” My eyes met his. He handed the baby—handed Avery—back to me. “A Very Risky Gamble,” I murmured.
