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leisurely dinner together. In some ways that second time was almost as exciting as the first, because they knew it was going to happen, because they deliberately prolonged the moment until they went up to their bedroom again. Lucie bathed, put on a long white nightdress that was almost demure and sat at her dressing table to brush her hair. But Seton took the brush from her, as he loved to do, and made each stroke one of admiration and intimacy.
    This time they made love far more slowly, each knowing what the other liked most, what gave them the greatest excitement and pleasure. Lucie lay alongside Seton, kissing and caressing his length, making him sigh deeply and gasp in sensual delight as he found it too wonderful to stop her but almost unbearable to wait. She smiled, knowing just how far to go to tantalise him, then bent to kiss his mouth.
    It was Seton's turn then, to tease a little, to toy with her until her fingers bit into his shoulders and she gave little, animal moans of mingled pleasure and frustration. He could wait no longer. With a swift movement he leaned back on the bed and pulled her astride him. 'Now, my darling. Now!' And, holding her waist, he gave her the overwhelming pleasure he knew she loved.
    Moonlight played across the crumpled bed. Lucie found her nightdress but tossed it aside, wanting to feel her own nakedness against Seton's for the test of the night. He lay on his side behind her and put his arms round her in the protective way in which they always slept. 'My darling.' He kissed her shoulder. 'My beautiful, wonderful wife. You can't possibly know how much I adore you.'
    Lucie smiled in the darkness and settled more comfortably into his hold. 'Do you think we made a baby?'
    'I certainly hope so.' His arm tightened round her. 'I long for a little girl, just like you.' He chuckled. 'We certainly gave it our best shot.' Pushing her hair aside, he kissed her neck, but then yawned tiredly. 'Goodnight, my love.'
    Within a few minutes he was asleep, but Lucie lay awake in the darkness, wondering if the miracle had happened and they would have another child. It was time that Sam had a brother, or the sister that Seton so wanted for him, and as all she wanted was Seton's happiness then that was what Lucie wanted too. She loved him so much, so very much.
    Sometimes, when she reluctantly looked into her past, it seemed that her life had only really begun on the blessed day when she had met him. All the years before then counted as nothing, were like some terrible nightmare from which she had woken to find herself in a living paradise. In all those years of her youth and childhood there had been only one good thing and that had been Kate Brownlow, the woman Lucie called Aunt Kate and whose surname she had taken, but who wasn't her real aunt at all, although Seton thought she was. Kate had been a prison visitor; she was a mature and kind woman who had recognised Lucre's basic honesty and believed in her innocence. She had taken Lucie under her wing, encouraged her to take educational courses, and given her a home until she could find work and afford her flat in Hayford. For that Lucie was eternally grateful, and she looked on Aunt Kate as a dear relation, the only person who knew the whole truth about her, and who had sworn, albeit reluctantly, never to tell Seton.
    Lucie sighed, pushing thoughts of the past from her mind. They seldom came back to haunt her now; the present was too full, too happy. She rolled onto her back and Seton's arm went across her. He murmured something in his sleep, said it again and she understood. 'Love you, Lucie.'
    She smiled and looked at his face, lit by the moonlight. He had given many of his features to his son. His mother had shown Lucie photographs of Seton taken when he had been the same age and it was incredible how alike they looked. She was glad that Sam would look and be like him; she had been too wary of her own genes to feel confident in passing them on.
    His hair had