Page 186 of Moon Craving

"If my calculations are correct, early spring."

"That is such wonderful news."

"Thank you. I did not expect to have two babies so close together. Gail is only eight

months old."

"They will be playmates."

"I imagine they will, but I sense this one is a boy."

"I'm sure that will not stop them."

"Oh, Abigail, I am so happy to have you back in my life," Emily said with a

hiccupping sigh.

"Me, too." Abigail gave her sister a spontaneous hug. "I wish you could stay

longer."

Emily nodded. "But you will come to Balmoral Island for a visit soon, Talorc has

promised."

"Yes, and he keeps his promises."

"It is good to be able to trust your husband in such things."

"It is." Abigail let her gaze slide to the sleeping baby and then back to her sister.

"Um . . . there is something I have been wishing to discuss with you." The one worry she

desperately needed her sister's wisdom in dealing with.

They had already briefly discussed the Una problem and Emily had made no

bones about the fact that she thought the other woman should be sent away. Abigail

should have been prepared for the protective stance and realized Emily would be no

more unbiased than she was, just in a different direction.

She'd brought it up to Guaire and he had suggested she discuss it with her

husband, since as laird he had a right to know Una was once again flaunting his directive

to accept Abigail as lady of the Sinclairs.

But as frustrating as Una was, she was not Abigail's most pressing concern.

Emily cocked her head at Abigail's prolonged silence. "What is it?"

"You remember what the English priests taught about deafness?"

"The demon thing?" Emily frowned. "Pshaw. We know that isn't true. You haven't

been worrying about that old tale, have you?"