Evander would have believed she had to content herself with plenty of things – namely him, and her life here, neither of which seemed like they should be enough for her – but Caroline seemed so soft and playful and perfectly at ease that he thought she might actually be happy, after all.
And if her singing had been seductive enough, his mouth went dry at the seriousness of her compliment, and the flush of warmth that went through him and rose to the back of his neck when she looked at him. “Early days for Edmund,” Evander countered (he would make no promises on their son’s promise yet), trying to feign the same lightness and composure that she had. “And not nearly so lucky as they are to have you.”
Motherhood seemed to suit Caroline, her second time even more so than her first. And perhaps it was because he felt he had missed her company in the interim – the last few months whilst the pregnancy and the babe took priority, and he had tried to treat her with care and delicacy – that even her presence beside him on the piano stool could make his pulse pick up, so much that he was sure she could hear his heartbeat from his chest. (Ridiculous, really, that she could make him so hot and bothered so easily.) He couldn’t help himself – his hand lifted to trace that strand of hair she’d pushed from her face.
And if her singing had been seductive enough, his mouth went dry at the seriousness of her compliment, and the flush of warmth that went through him and rose to the back of his neck when she looked at him. “Early days for Edmund,” Evander countered (he would make no promises on their son’s promise yet), trying to feign the same lightness and composure that she had. “And not nearly so lucky as they are to have you.”
Motherhood seemed to suit Caroline, her second time even more so than her first. And perhaps it was because he felt he had missed her company in the interim – the last few months whilst the pregnancy and the babe took priority, and he had tried to treat her with care and delicacy – that even her presence beside him on the piano stool could make his pulse pick up, so much that he was sure she could hear his heartbeat from his chest. (Ridiculous, really, that she could make him so hot and bothered so easily.) He couldn’t help himself – his hand lifted to trace that strand of hair she’d pushed from her face.
