Twyla hung up the phone and turned to Bram, her mouth completely dry. It took a second to get her voice to work. "You heard?"

"Somebody did a fertility rite in the grove?"

Twyla nodded, her hand going down to cover her womb. "Do you think..."

Bram shifted and sat up to pull her into his lap and take her in his arms. His hand slid down to cover hers. "It could happen," he said agreeably. "Would you mind?"

"I - I don't think so." Her mind whirled and she ...