I take a few sips, then clear my throat. I reach for a tissue from my evening bag, and dab at my cheeks.
"No," I finally manage. “I’m not pregnant."
Her features turn disappointed.
I pause. "You seem upset."
"I convinced myself that’s the reason James managed to swing this wedding so quickly. Of course, I did tell my grandsons they needed to get married if they wanted their inheritance, so it might also mean that he needs the money for his expansion. But I hoped…" She looks past me and swallows.
And for the first time since I met Margot, I see the hope and the sadness on her features. Whoa, she really wanted me to be pregnant. She wants a great-grandchild. And I don’t think it’s only about keeping the family tree alive.
I think she misses having family around, and she wants a grandchild to play with. Not that I say those thoughts aloud. I don’t think she’d appreciate it.
So, I gentle my voice. "I’m so sorry?—"
I sense the door open behind me.
"—but that’s not the case."
"What’s not the case?" James walks over to stand next to me.
Then he completely befuddles me when he bends and kisses my forehead.
The feel of his lips on my skin has tiny flames lighting up in my bloodstream. A blush blooms on my cheeks.
That was a very husbandly gesture. He must’ve done it to convince Margot about the veracity of this marriage.
Margot trains her hawk-eyed gaze on James. "I asked your wife if she's pregnant."
"What?" His jaw drops.
"Your nuptials happened so quickly." A slightly defensive tone creeps into her words. "At first, I was simply happy that you were getting married. My threat—" She coughs. "I mean, my condition seemed to be working. But then it bothered me. Of course, I arrived at the logical conclusion."
James perches on the arm of my chair. "Did it occur to you that I wed her quickly because I love her and couldn’t wait to make her my wife."
I know, he’s only saying it because that’s what’s expected of him, but that doesn’t stop my stupid heart from jumping in my chest. How I wish it were true that we’re in love and wanted to be together.
I'm very aware of his bulk so close to me, and of his delicious smell that’s making me dizzy. And when he places his arm on the back of my chair, I feel protected. He’s so close, I can’t stop myself from touching him. I slide back in the seat until my neck rests against the palm of his hand.
He stiffens, then rubs his thumb against the side of my neck. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. My blood begins to pump faster.
Another gesture for Margot’s benefit.
It must work, for her expression softens into something like acceptance.
"I shouldn't have jumped to that conclusion.” She looks at me directly. “I didn't mean any offense by my question. Please accept my apology."
I nod. “No apology necessary. I completely understand you're looking forward to seeing your oldest grandson’s children.”
“I’m not,” Margot begins, then slowly nods. “Am I that transparent?” Her expression turns wistful. “The one time I feel my age is when I look at my grandkids and want to see them settled and happy. And you do make James happy, Harper. That much is clear. I hope you’ll forgive my excitement in asking you if you were pregnant. I really was just overcome with hope.”
My heart melts a little. She’s a tough woman, but at her heart she’s like any other grandmother. She’d love to see kids running around her house. “Like I said, Lady Hamilton, you don’t need to apologize.”
Her features soften further. “You are very gracious, my dear.” She tips up her chin. “I think it’s time you call me Margot.”
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