*Jayne*
The princess of West Cliffe is here. Barkley’s mother. I wanted to die of mortification when the woman stepped out of the parlor. No one of any influence or station is supposed to know I’m spending this month with Barkley. What would the princess think? What conclusions would she draw?
I’m half tempted to remain in the bathwater until I shrivel up into nothing. How in the Goddess name am I going to face the she-wolf? I know what the princess has to be thinking… that I’m Barkley’s latest paramour. Only I’m not.
I squeeze my eyes closed. I am, only it isn’t because I desire him. I want a babe. What am I doing here? How unfair to him and me and quite possibly a child. Not to mention Seafort. Only he wants this, so I’m here because he wants it.
Damn damn damn!
Opening my eyes, I s
