“More,” she admitted, her face flaming even hotter. “So much more.” It seemed odd to be discussing this with Daniel of all people, but she was grateful for the strange friendship they’d forged.
She desperately needed to talk to someone, and her very unconventional husband gave her a freedom not many women had. She realized nothing she could say would shock Daniel. He’d never judge her, because he’d done things far worse than anything she could even imagine.
“It was wonderful. Magical.”
He smiled. “I’m glad. Truly, I am.”
Deciding she might never have the courage to bring the subject up again unless it became imperative to do so, she forged ahead. “Can I ask you something?”
His smile slipped as though he sensed the gravity of what she was about to ask him. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”
She stared at him intently, determined to read the truth in his face, no matter how he answered. “What would you do if I were to have Talon’s child?”
Something hot and bright flickered in Daniel’s eyes. She thought it was elation, but it disappeared so quickly she couldn’t be sure. All the same, it gave her a bad feeling, and she suddenly regretted her openness.
“I would be very happy. The child would be of my blood, the son of my heart, if not my loins. Besides, that would solve all our problems, wouldn’t it?”
The cold feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified. She shook her head, trying to deny it. “Don’t say anything like that in front of Talon. I wouldn’t want him to think…”
“Think what? That you had an ulterior motive last night? That you wanted to have his child so you could return to England?” Daniel watched her closely, obviously expecting her to admit that what he said was true.
“I didn’t. I swear to you, it never even occurred to me until this morning.”
“Didn’t it?” Daniel’s soft blue eyes were pitying. “It occurred to me.”
