Eleanor arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Excited implies a lack of restraint.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Fine, then. You’re… eagerly composed.”
Her lips curved despite herself, a hint of warmth softening her regal composure. “Maybe I am,” she conceded softly. “I can’t wait for the day we hear little footsteps running around these halls again.”
Charles laughed, rich and affectionate. “This is the first time we’re meeting the girl, my dear—don’t get ahead of yourself.” He leaned back, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see our great-grandchildren one day. But what I’m truly eager for…”—his voice softened, fond—“is to see how our grandson looks when he’s in love. From what Dominic said—and what Dahlia told him—our boy’s completely smitten. Head over heels.
