Wild Star (Star Quartet 3)

“May I ask how you know all this?”

“You talked in your sleep. As for getting money to my mother without my father getting his greedy hands on it, I figured that out for myself.”

“Damn,” he said. He rested his hand on her rounded belly, his eyes thoughtful. “No one has ever told me I talk in my sleep before, and in such splendid detail.”

“You didn’t. However, after I’ve loved you silly, I’ll tell you about that letter I found from Mr. Milsom and shamelessly read.”

“All my array of good deeds, designed to prove to you that I’m not really such a bad sort of fellow after all.”

“I’d decided you weren’t a bad sort the moment I saw you applauding at my parent’s house. Indeed, even though you’ve been closemouthed as a cat these past three days, I’ve decided to forgive you. I’ve decided also that you simply can’t live without me. So my one good deed is to be your loving wife and keep you on the straight and narrow. Just what do you think of that, Brent Hammond?”

“I repeat,” he said slowly, “you are no lady.”