“Morning room,” Burke corrected her. “And it served her right for blaming you, even indirectly, for anything. Well,” he added, with a sigh, “I suppose you’re right. Bishop’s not as bad as all that. He did, after all, finally tell me how to find you.” Burke grinned at her, then rocked the perambulator, and smiled as his son eyed him sleepily. “Chaperones,” he said to the baby. “Troublesome things. At least I won’t ever have to worry about finding one for you, now, will I?”
“Not for him,” Kate agreed dryly. “But he might have a sister or two coming along someday.”
Burke stopped rocking the perambulator. “Oh, God,” he said. He raised his gaze toward Isabel, who’d reached out to give the Earl of Palmer a playful slap. “No,” he said with horror.
Kate only laughed, and hugged his arm. “Oh, God, yes,” she said.