Flint stared at her there, her lashes swept down to hide the glint in her eyes, although he knew damned fine that she stared at him. Wasn't she the very one who had begged him, and begged him, to get her pregnant, for Storm's sake? Before he started thinking what a prize bitch she was, before anything, he needed to remember he'd misjudged her once before. Look where it had gotten him.

All right, he'd been seven years younger then. Did he want to be seven years older before he ...