Page 26 of Miss Harvey's Horribly Lovable Fiancé
She picked at her skirts. “I always hoped so.”
“Well, then? Has your mother not taken you aside to explain the mechanics of the deed?”
Her cheeks burned. “Oh yes. It sounded…terminally boring.”
“This piece fits there? A slight sting? A few kisses and we’re done? Babies come forth,viola!”
“Word for word. How did you know?”
“It must be a litany mothers share. My sister told me what Mama told her when she was to wed the Earl of Sudbury. Shall I finish the tale?”
“Yes. But all I want to know is, is your sister happy now?”
“Embarrassingly so. She dotes on the man. He on her.”
That made her grin. But then there was that other aspect. “So…they have found pleasure?”
“Quite a bit of it. She doesn’t say, of course.”
“But you know because she…what?”
“Looks…” He waved a hand. “Dreamy.”
“Ah.” She wanted to appear dreamy. Be dreamy.
Charlie sat forward. “Do you worry about pleasure?”
“I do.”
“Don’t.”
She scowled. “Can one have too much?”
He widened his eyes. “No.”
“Horses don’t seem to have it,” she blurted.
He gulped. “You’ve seen—?”
She nodded. “I have. Good heavens, Charlie! My father breeds horses.”
His laughter rang around the tiny room. “Forgive me,” he said and wiped tears from his eyes.
“Of course. And dogs don’t seem to like it either.”
“Dogs?”
“Papa’s hunters.”
He nodded once. “Quite.”
“Why not?”
“They are not humans, my dear.”
“But if I feel this burning need to—”
He looked like she’d shot him in the groin. “What?”
