I hope our baby will have your eyes,” she said. “They’re so beautiful.” “He’ll be a duke’s mixture,” he said softly. “I have Berbers in my ancestry, and French royalty.” There was a note of pride in his voice. “Matt told you?” He nodded. “He’ll love having a grandson to talk to.” “Leta will love having a grandson, too,” she murmured. “She can teach him all about Lakota traditions and culture.” He kissed her eyelids closed. “I went to them for advice before I went after you. We made our peace.” He lifted his head. “Which reminds me,” he said sternly, “I never did get an apology for having crab bisque dumped in my lap, and having it reported on national television! That’s no way to treat your future husband and, I might add, the son of a native sovereignty advocate and a United States senator.” “You’re absolutely right,” she agreed, tracing a sensuous pattern just below his collarbone with a teasing finger. “Tate, I’m really sorry about the crab bisque.” His heartbeat increased even before she started smoothing one long, bare leg against the inside of one of his. He lifted an eyebrow and pursed his lips. “How sorry?” he asked huskily. She grinned wickedly and smoothed her body completely against his, feeling his immediate response to the blatant seduction. “This sorry…” she whispered into his mouth.
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