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"You won’t," she whispered, pulling his head down to hers

One of the mo her--reht

They were sprawled on the bed As usual, one of the sheets trailed on the floor The duchess’s hair was standing up on one side The duke was co that he’d pulled a muscle in his left hip and it was her fault, because "no ave her husband a kiss, and told hi until she was absolutely certain "And you," she stated, "will be the most wonderful father this baby could possibly have had"

James couldn’t seem to find any words He stared at her for a ently eased her between his legs, spreading his huge hands on her belly

As she relaxed happily against his shoulder, to her utter astonish like the clear tenor he’d once had It was the voice of a man who’d been to sea; it sounded like brandy and sin

"Dance with , "to the end of life"

He paused after that line and whispered in her ear "That ether, and perhaps even beyond" He dropped a kiss on her nose and sang on, his hands tenderly resting on her still-flat sto to be born"

Theo sed her tears and raised her voice to sing with hi with his imperfect--but oh, so beautiful--bass

"Dance with ether, "to the end of life"

It was the first offor their firstborn, and their second born, and for the third and fourth, who came as a matched set The children knew that their father didn’t like to sing But they also knew that if their mother asked hiether the fa--a pirate and a duchess, a duke and an artist, aand happy life