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"perhaps three to four weeks," mona ventured. enough to know she was pregnant, to have truly experienced pregnancy to this point. but not quite halfway, though truly it made no difference. to terance she turned her attention now. was he speaking of the second time she had left, or the first? or that she had come back? "after we were ... together, i returned home," mona murmured, the shame of it staining her cheeks beneath the crimson fur.
sensing a good deal of judgement in treason's tone, or perhaps she was merely projecting, the young mayfair nevertheless reined her burgeoning irritation back where it remained unseen. "there is little chance he will know he has children here. we live too far apart."