“Our children – ” the Duke whispered quietly beneath his breath.
Benedicta lifted her arms and put them round his neck.
“I know what Kingswood means to you and your family. That is why I must, my precious husband, not only love you with all my heart and soul, but also, if God is willing, give you an heir who can carry on the traditions of your great family.”
The Duke drew in his breath.
He knew this was what he wanted, what had been in the back of his mind, and he thought that no one but Benedicta would have spoken so frankly or so sweetly.
“You know that is what I want,” he said in his deep voice, “and I can imagine nothing more perfect than that we should have children born of our love.”
“That is what I am – trying to say and, oh, Nolan, I love you so desperately that I feel only i
