She settled back onto his chest again, her chin on her arms. “So. You’re happy?”
He stroked her hair. “I am. I can’t tell you how happy.”
“You’re a good father. Trev is crazy about you.”
He smoothed her hair, guided it behind her ear. “Trevor is everything I ever wanted in a son. And you are everything I ever dreamed of in a wife.”
She remembered his mother’s reaction at her first sight of Trev and smiled to herself. “Did you see how surprised your mother was when she met Trev? I’m guessing she noticed the uncanny resemblance between you two.”
His hand stilled on her hair. “What makes you think that?”
Had something changed in his eyes?
She asked herself the question—and then decided it was nothing. He was stroking her hair again, regarding her so tenderly. She said, “I thought she looked pretty stunned when she saw him—you didn’t notice the look on her face?”
“Hmm. Yes, I suppose …”
She asked, “Did you see it, or didn’t you?” At his shrug, she frowned. “It was only there for a second and then gone. I guess I might have imagined it….”
He framed her face between his hands. “Come here. Kiss me.”
She pretended to consider. “Well, now. That’s a pretty tempting offer.”
“Come here. Let me show you how tempting….”
She lifted up over him and then, with a happy sigh, settled her mouth on his. He was right. The kiss tempted her to kiss him some more.
Kisses led to more caresses and they made love again. Slowly. Beautifully.
She gazed up at his unforgettable face above her and thought how it just kept getting better between them. How there was nothing, ever, that could tear them apart.
An hour later, Rule lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling, listening to his wife’s even, relaxed breathing beside him.
His pregnant wife …
He was sure of it. And so was she. The test in the morning was only a formality. She was having his baby.
His second baby.
And yes. He’d seen that look on his mother’s face, too.
His mother had known that Trevor was his. One look at the boy and she’d had no doubt.
Very soon now, Her Sovereign Highness would be summoning him for a private talk. She was going to want to discuss the startling resemblance between him and his supposed stepson.
She would also be going after his father, working on the poor man. She would be insisting that her Prince Consort tell her the truth if he knew anything about what was really going on with Rule and his new wife and the child who was the mirror image of Rule at that age. One
way or another, Adrienne would get to the bottom of it.
And as soon as she knew the truth, she was going to be after Rule to come clean with his wife. His mother was as much about integrity and truth in life and marriage as his wife was.
Rule felt the day of reckoning approaching. He had everything now: the woman he’d almost given up on finding; a healthy, happy, perfect son—and a second child on the way.
The only real question was how much he was going to lose when Sydney finally learned the truth.
Sydney’s hands were shaking.
She turned her back to the test wand she’d left on the corner of the serpentine marble counter and held both hands out in front of her. Yep. Her fingers trembled like leaves in the wind.