“With all of this talk of love … there will be more of it soon.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Whatever do you mean? I know Ambrose is, ever-so-slowly, beginning to come around, particularly as he has fallen head-over-heels with a country miss but—”
“Which is lovely, truly it is,” Phoebe interrupted. “But that is not to what I was referring.”
“No, then what—”
And then she smiled at him, and that smile told him everything he needed to know. It would no longer be just the two of them — not that it ever was, of course, at least not in this house — but the love of which she spoke would grow beyond them as another would soon be joining their family.
And he could hardly wait.
THE END