It’s wonderful,” he choked out. “Absolutely wonderful.” He smoothed his hand over her belly. “I can’t imagine anything better than having a child with you, my love. But are you sure?”
She relaxed. “As sure as anyone can be at this point. Your aunt and I think I may be nearly three months along, so…”
When she trailed off with a blush, he added up numbers in his head, then let out a laugh. “It probably happened that night in the cottage.”
“Or the night in my bedchamber.”
“Then it’s a good thing I came to my senses and gave you that ‘proper proposal’ you demanded. Or I’d be staring down the barrel of your percussion rifle just about now.”
“I doubt that. I would just have married the duke,” she teased.
He scowled. “Over my dead body.”
She laughed. “You know perfectly well you would have proposed long before I knew I was with child.”
“Ah, but would you have said yes? I thought you once told me that a lady never surrenders.”
“She doesn’t.” Eyes sparkling, she buried her fingers in his hair and drew his head down to hers. “Except where love is concerned. I’ve come to realize that in matters of love, a clever lady always surrenders.

Autore: Sabrina Jeffries