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"Yes, he did," Richelle answered, reaching for it. "Thank you, Emily."

Morgan signaled for their carriage. Richelle waved good-bye to Chrissy as Regan yanked on the filigreed silver handle of the cane. He pulled it in close to his face, infant eyes wide and intent. He was soon happily gnawing on the handle, gurgling softly.

Morgan reached for his son. "Richelle, our son is slobbering all over my best cane."

"I know. But seeing you have no need of it any longer, I didn't think you'd mind,
Your Honor
."

His scowl deepened as gray eyes locked on hers. "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me, madam?"

She let her hips sway as she stepped up into the carriage and turned to smile over her shoulder at him. Her wicked, sultriest smile. "Indeed, sir. Oh yes, indeed."