“Felicity!” Fitz squeaked, his face, ears, neck, and chest blooming a deep red.
Georgiana smiled fondly. Her poor lobster.
Felicity paused, her gaze bouncing between the two of them. Her amber brows inched up her forehead. Her stare landed on Georgiana, and she crossed her arms. “We are supposed to leave for the foundling home in thirty minutes.” That tone had been nothing short of accusatory.
Shite. Was it really that late already? Clenching the bed linens to her chest, she scurried over her sputtering husband to grab his pocket watch on the nightstand. Half past ten. Double shite.
“Have y-you never heard of kn-knocking! Is there no b-bloody privacy in this g-godforsaken family?” Fitz’s incredulous stammering echoed through the chamber.
Felicity waved him off. “There is no such thing as privacy in this family. You know that, Fitzy.”
Georgiana giggled at her slack-jawed husband.
“W-what if we had—What if”—he flapped his hands frantically—“What if we hadbeen…” He glared at his sister.
She tilted her head at a cheeky angle. “What if you had been… making the beast with the two backs? Dancing the blanket hornpipe? Joining giblets? Doing the featherbed jig?”
“Basket making?” Georgiana threw in.
Fitz threw her a crimson glare that screamed traitor.
“If you were busy in Georgiana’s mutton?” Felicity asked.
Georgiana choked. Fitz wheezed. She broke into uncontrollable laughter.
Fitz reached for his pillow and pulled it over his face. A muffled, “Kill me, just kill me, put me out of my misery,” drifted from the white cushion he was currently trying to suffocate himself with.
Georgiana drew in a deep breath, waving a hand in front of her face. “DearGod, Felicity. That was—I have no words.”
Felicity was wearing a face-splitting grin. She took a small bow. “You’re welcome for your daily dose of entertainment. Honestly, I hadn’t thought there would be any issue barging into Georgiana’s chamber. Given wehave plans. And I figured if you two were shagging, you’d be in Fitzy’s room.” She shrugged.
“Give us a moment, Fliss. To make ourselves decent,” Georgiana said.
Felicity winked and left.
Georgiana turned to her pillow covered husband. “Fitz? Caro? Are you well?”
A strangled groan was his reply.
She gently pulled the pillow from his face. To be met with her husband’s eyes squeezed shut tight, mouth in a down-turned grimace.
“That really wasn’t all that bad. She could have walked in on the…actual act. Even I might not be able to look at her after something like that.”
He slowly opened one eye and peered at her. “You’re going tothefoundling home?”
She nodded. She knew what Fitz was referring to.Thefoundling home. As in theDuke’sfoundling home. She had pried a bit more from her husband last night about his worries and insecurities. She hoped he understood her visiting the foundling home had nothing to do with the Duke. But they were walking on a fragile new foundation.
He rolled his lips in, his eyes studying the peach canopy of her bed. “Would it be all right if I joined you?” His words were slow and laden with uncertainty. He glanced at her. “I don’t want to intrude. If this is sister-bonding between you and Flick. Or if—”
“I would love for you to come!” She pounced on him, caging him in between her arms. And the little bumbling rascal’s gaze dropped straight to her bare breasts. She rolled her eyes. What a rogue. “Eyes up here, love.”
His gaze shot up, and he smiled sheepishly at her. “Apologies. You have lovely tits, micetta.”
She chuckled. This man. Her heart was fit to bursting with how much she loved him.
“I think it would be lovely if you joined us. Felicity wants to have a snowball fight. And I am sure the boys would love to have a man to visit with. Perhaps you can even teach them some Italian.”
He frowned, his gaze turning inward. “That’s interesting.”
