Page 116 of The Duke Redemption
“What is it, then?”
“Wick, how would you feel about expanding the manor?”
“But we just renovated…”
He trailed off, his eyes widening as her meaning struck him like a hammer to the skull. For once, he was speechless. He tried to summon words, but they got stuck somewhere between his brain and mouth.
Beatrice peered at him. “Are you quite all right?”
And he, London’s top negotiator, stammered, “Are you…are we…baby?”
“Yes.” She gave him a shy smile. “I hope you’re as pleased about it as I am.”
“Angel.” He cupped her jaw with hands that shook. “I’m more thanpleased. You’ve already given me so much—and now a babe too…”
“Come to think of it,” she said, a playful curve on her lips, “I will be doing most of the work, won’t I? I should definitely be asking for some concessions in return.”
“Whatever your heart desires,” he said reverently.
“That’s not fair. You’ve already given me that.”
“Whateverelseyour heart desires, then.”
She mulled that over, then rose on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. At her naughty request, he choked back a laugh. Then he kissed his wife, overflowing with the love and joy of their happily ever after.
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