Sina huffed out an annoyed breath at him; she'd rather hoped that her exclamation would be the end of it. "Having a baby does rearrange my life," she said. Her life, not his — she would lose her work, and her ability to faff about as she pleased, and all she would get is maybe a son out of it. And what if they had to keep trying for a boy? She enjoyed the Dempsey estate, but did not have emotional connections to where it went after she was dead; as far as Sina was concerned, succession had nothing to do with her.

"Someone else will manage it," she said. Surely Endymion would marry eventually.