An Unlikely Alliance (15 page)

Sebastian scowled and crossed his arms. "I
was merely going to say he deserves room to grow."

Nicholas snorted.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll just enjoy rubbing this
conversation in your face when you produce a tiny replica of
yourself and that replica decides to hide frogs in your bed."

You have no idea how tired
of waiting I am.
Sebastian dismissed the
thought, feeling suddenly uncomfortable that it was in his head in
the first place. Something was seriously wrong with him. Taking a
mistress, getting foxed, and gambling, those were the things that
should be in the forefront of his mind. Not chasing jelly handed
children around the house.

Being surrounded by married friends was
obviously playing with his normally calm and cheerful demeanor. He
needed another drink. Or had he already had a few? Obviously his
memory had been affected as well. The sooner he wrote the deuced
list and chose a bride, the better.

As if reminding himself, he announced rather
loudly, "I've decided to write a list of things I would like in a
wife. Then you and Sara may choose the best fit."

"Why is that not surprising?" came the
sarcastic remark from behind him. Only the words did not come from
a male voice, no. They came from a voice that would haunt him for
the rest of the night. Slowly he turned to see what defiant
creature belonged to such an irresistible voice.

Sweet Lord.

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