Corrie said, “May I visit Lyon’s Gate today, Jason? See how everything is coming?”
He nodded. “Don’t bring the twins yet. There is too much danger of them getting hurt. You know, Miss Carrick, three days might be about right. Perhaps four. Not everything will be finished, but enough.”
“Oh that would be wonderful! It’s actually going to happen!” She jumped from her chair, grabbed Jason by the hand, pulled him up, and began to waltz him around the breakfast parlor. She was laughing and hopping about, and nearly struck the back of a chair. Suddenly she stopped cold. She was panting a bit. “Oh goodness, I don’t know why I did that. Do forgive me for making a spectacle of you.”
He was laughing at her enthusiasm. “I didn’t mind. I haven’t danced with such enjoyment since just after dawn this morning with my nephews.”
“What is this?” his father said.
“They fetched me out of bed at five-thirty this morning. Actually, they jumped on me and began dancing on the bed.” Jason shrugged, grinned. “We had a fine time of it. Thankfully the little devils collapsed after about ten minutes and all three of us went back to sleep.”
James said, “Their nurse was frantic when she discovered the boys were gone. Corrie and I didn’t panic, however. She stood in the dark hall and said to me, ‘Listen,’ and sure enough there was this muffled singing coming from behind Jason’s bedchamber door. We opened the door very quietly, and there he was dancing with the twins. We left. The next time we saw him was an hour later, one twin tucked under each arm, their heads on his shoulders, sound asleep, all three of them.”
Jason’s smile slid off his face. “Corrie, er, you didn’t really look into the bedchamber the first time, did you? I mean, you didn’t actually see me dancing, did you?”
“Oh yes.” She had the gall to giggle.
He felt the flush rise to his eyebrows. He’d been naked. The twins’ nightshirts had left their feet uncovered, and those small toes had been cold.
Corrie said to the table at large, “Neither James nor Jason wear nightshirts.”
“Thank you for informing everyone of that fact, Corrie,” her husband said, now as red-faced as his twin.
Hallie said, “It can’t be that embarrassing, Jason. You are your brother’s twin, and Corrie’s been married to him a good long time. No surprises, surely.”
Jason’s eyebrow went up. “Isn’t that a tad indelicate for the breakfast table, Hallie?”
“No more indelicate than what your sister-in-law said.”
“But she lives here, has lived here since she was nearly three years old.”
“Oh dear, you’re right. I am very sorry. Sometimes I speak before I think.”
“I think all of us would like some more tea,” Alex said.
Douglas said, “Did you dance with James and Jessie Wyndham’s children?”
“Oh yes. We had competitions. I believe that Alice and I won the last one, only three days before I left.”
“Alice?” Douglas asked. “Oh yes, she’s the youngest, isn’t she?”
Jason nodded. “She’s all of four years old, has a mop of red curls, and a precious lisp. She sang the American anthem at the top of her lungs, all of it while we danced, demanded that I sing it along with her. Everyone was laughing so hard when we finished that Alice claimed the prize while everyone was too weak to argue.”
Hallie said when everyone stopped laughing, “And what was the prize?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Nothing much of anything, really. Now, when was the last time you saw Mrs. Tewksbury?”
“I was all of seventeen. My father and Genny asked her to visit Carrick Grange for the Christmas season. She’s in love with my father, but every woman is since he is the most beautiful man in the world. Genny paid it no mind since Angela is of the age to be Genny’s mother. She is something of an original.”
“You honestly believe your father is more beautiful than James and Jason?” Corrie asked, her fork stopped six inches from her mouth.
“Certainly. If the three of them were walking down th
e street, the ladies would all try to chase my father down. If my father were too fast to be caught, only then would they turn to James and Jason.”
James said quickly, before Corrie hurled a forkful of eggs at Miss Carrick, “No matter. I am looking forward to meeting the original Mrs. Tewksbury.”
Alex said, “As for me, I want to meet Hallie’s father.”