“He probably infected her with his fears that you might tell someone.” She looked up at him. “Not everyone can be like you.”
He raised a brow. “Like me?”
“Spitting in the eye of death.”
He snorted. “It’s easy to be courageous when you don’t have anything to live for. Now that I do, I’m going to be a veritable coward.”
She chuckled. “Rubbish. But you have forgiven Giles, right? He’s the father of my nephew. I expect to see a lot of him, often.”
He sighed. “I’ll tolerate him, but only because he named his son after me.”
“Did he? And what shall we name our son?”
“Are you—?”
“No, but I want to be.”
“Good God, Maggie,” he said and surprised her by picking her up in his arms. “You shouldn’t say things like that right before dinner, not if you want to eat anytime soon.” She laughed as he carried her off to her old bedroom, which had been his old bedroom. Rather appropriate that it was now theirs.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 34
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
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