“But not at my wedding. She’s my only sister.”
“I see,” but his voice showed his annoyance; “but it seems as if your family have demanded enough of you. Can’t you think a bit about yourself—and me?”
She pressed her point. “Judy is like my mother. I can’t be married without her and the babies.”
“If the babies come, you’ll be looking after them until the last moment, and it will be a great strain on you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, it won’t be. I adore babies.”
His quick jealousy flared. “I don’t,” he said, with a touch of sulkiness. “I’m not fond of children.”
She ate in silence. And presently he said repentantly, “You must think me a great boor, Jane. But you don’t know how much I want you.”
He was like a repentant boy. She made herself smile at him. “I think you are very patient, Mr. Towne.”
“I am not patient. I am most impatient. And when are you going to stop calling me Mr. Towne?”
“When I can call you—husband.”