Chapter 16
Tom and Olivia watched as the boys drove off.
“Our son,” he murmured with pride.
“Yes.” Olivia yawned.
“Come along, querida. You should take a nap before dinner.”
She yawned again. “I don’t know why I’m so tired. I haven’t napped like this since I was a little girl.”
Tom was pretty sure it was because she was pregnant. Analeigh had reacted that way for both her pregnancies, although if he recalled correctly, she’d been further along than Olivia now was.
He paused when he heard the rattling of wheels.
“Papa! Papa!”
“Mr. Pettigrew!”
The dogcart came barreling along the drive to the stable. Tom put his wife behind him and bounded forward. As George slowed Sancho Panza, Tom seized the mule’s bridle just above the bit.
“What is it?”
“Mad dog!”
“What?”
“We’d just turned
