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'Cherie, you know what I want. What I have always wanted.' Then he
frowned. 'But first I must tell you about Irene.'
'Irene? That was your wife?'
'Yes.' He sighed. 'I will not insult your intelligence by telling you I never
cared for her. I did. She was a beautiful woman, too, and I was very young.'
He paused. 'Only later did the flaw become evident--'
She put her fingers over her lips. 'You don't have to tell me ...'
'I want to,' he said, turning his lips against her palm.
'So much has changed since I married Irene. The Rocheforts lost much of
their wealth at the time of the Revolution, but once we were not poor. Now I
am only a farmer& '
'Do you think I care?'
'I think you love me ...'
'I do.'
'And I adore you. Is that enough?'
'What more could we want?'
'There is one thing I must tell you the specialists who attended Irene at the
time of her breakdown were of the opinion that pregnancy had enhanced
her condition...'
'It doesn't matter, darling.'
'It does.' He looked down at her passionately. 'I could not bear anything to
happen to you, and pregnancies do not seem fortunate tilings for me. Irene
had a very difficult time, and you you lost your baby.'
'My baby was perfectly healthy,' she declared fervently. Andre, what are you
saying now? That we shouldn't have any children?'
'Perhaps.'
'Try and stop me,' she whispered huskily, and with a muffled groan he buried
his face in her hair.
'I do not think I can,' he confessed, and a small smile touched the lips she
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