Still, Deirdre could not stop herself from asking, “Why?”

Brendan placed his head on where her shoulder and neck met. He twirled a strand of her hair with his fingertip. “Because a baby girl will be an adorable, mischievous, sweet little gremlin. Just like her mother.”

“But what if it was a boy?”

The light in Brendan’s eyes dimmed. “Then I hope he doesn’t turn out like me.”

Had Deirdre still believed him to be Kyran, she would have chalked this up as Kyran being modest as usual. He was perfe