Page 122 of Tempted and Tamed By the Duke
The word shivered through her.
“To your country house in Surrey?” she asked softly and held her breath, waiting for his answer.
“No…toourhouse that we worked on tremendously,” he corrected her gently. “Though we will be changing the name from Hentley House to Vale House. I hope you do not mind?—”
“I do not!”
Iris felt her stomach flutter with eagerness. Six months ago, that sentence would have felt like a bargain she had struck with desperation: the house for her body, her obedience, her shame. But today, it felt like a gift.
“You will not insist on bringing your nephew and his future brood of heirs to live with us?” she teased lightly. “To torment the neighborhood?”
“I am fond of the boy, but not deranged,” Blaise said. “Marcus will have Knoxford. He can fill that house with as many children and dogs as his duchess will allow. Our home will be for us. That is, if you allow me to build our very own red room?”
Iris blushed. “Of course, you owe me many more experiences in that room anyhow.”
Blaise chuckled. “Yes…Yes, I do.”
“Will there be space for one more?” she asked softly as she climbed into the carriage.
Blaise frowned. “Who are you planning on inviting?” He climbed in after her and flashed her a dazzling smile.
Iris smiled sweetly at him before she said, “Why, our baby, of course.”
The End?
