“I understand perfectly. Ask away.”
“Do you believe women are stupid?”
“No more stupid than men.”
“I personally believe we are far less stupid than men. I came to this belief quite objectively after raising Max and Leo. All right, so you claim to be even-handed. Now, do you believe it is a husband’s right to tell his wife she may not ride her mare when she becomes with child?”
He could but stare at her, her voice so very serious, so intense, and he remembered the anger that made her face red to her eyebrows. He said slowly, “If I had a wife and she was carrying a child, why then I would trust that she had the good sense not to do anything to endanger either herself or the babe. I would not want a wife who is a twit. I would not want a wife who needed instruction on something as obvious as that.”
“Excellent, just excellent,” Meggie said. “I knew you weren’t an idiot. Now, do you wish God hadn’t made women so that you wouldn’t have to deal with them when you wanted a child? You wish that He’d devised another way for men to acquire boy children?”
“No. Don’t tell me Jeremy could have intimated anything that ridiculous? Surely you mustn’t have heard correctly.”
“That was a very long question and your answer was very short. Would you care to elaborate?”
“No, Meggie, I wouldn’t. Have I passed your test?”
She stroked her jaw, frowned at the hassock that had laid her low, and said, sighing, “Actually, to be honest, I’m not sure that Jeremy really believes that. It’s just what I accused him of believing. Do you believe that husbands have the right to give orders to their wives?”
He said slowly, “I’ve never been married, Meggie. Would I ever give you orders? Yes, if you were in danger and I wanted to protect you.”
“That’s all right,” she said, staring again at the dead mouse in the far corner. “I would give you orders as well if I believed you were in danger. Also, you’re bigger than I am. If we ever were in any danger, surely your size would be useful.”
“I hope so.”
“I know all about horses, Thomas. I don’t know much about studs and how to manage them, but I know I’m smart enough to learn. If you had a stud, would you consider me too stupid to be useful, all of this based solely on the fact that I’m not a man?”
“You, the premier racing cat trainer, not useful? That’s ridiculous, Meggie. No man, not even an idiot, could say that.”
“He believes women are too stupid to know man sorts of things.”
“A moron,” Thomas said. “The man who said that is a moron. Jeremy, I take it? Would you like me to pound him, perhaps kick him off the cliffs into the Channel?”
She shook her head sadly. “No. If you did that, he would hit on the beach, not wash out at all, and his body would be quickly discovered and you would be hanged.” She sighed. “Anyway, if I’m not allowed to pound him, then it wouldn’t be fair to have you do it. Do you like women, Thomas?”
“Immensely.”
“Do you really wish to marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Why? You’ve known me no more than a month.”
“How odd. It seems like I’ve known you all my life.” He paused a moment, looked down at the floor, then out the window. Finally, he said, surprise in his voice, “The thing is, Meggie, you make me laugh.”
She walked up to him, hugged her arms around his back, and leaned her head back. “I can’t think of a better reason. All right, I’ll marry you.”
He nearly shook he was so relieved. He slowly closed his arms around his back. He didn’t kiss her, just held her. He would have to accustom himself to being a husband.
“Thomas?”
“Yes, Meggie.”
“If we were blessed, and I conceived, would you expect me to present you with a boy?”
Children, he thought, children, something he’d assumed were simply a part of married life, but he hadn’t thought of them, not as a reality, not as a natural result of making love to Meggie. “I could probably expect all I wanted. I don’t think one can predict these things.” He held her closer, closed his eyes, and tried not to think of anything outside of right now and the both of them standing very close in this room with a dead mouse in the corner.