‘No way.’ He held up a hand. ‘Don’t even think about it; I’m not in the wine business at all.’

‘Not yet.’ She batted her eyelashes at him, making him laugh.

‘Betsy, why don’t you do it?’ I suggested. ‘I’ll come with you to the studio, you wouldn’t have to go on your own.’

‘Thank you, dear, but no.’ She shuddered. ‘I couldn’t cope with London. I just couldn’t. Sorry, Godfrey.’

I frowned, racking my brains for a solution. ‘We can’t let this opportunity pass us by. It’s too good to miss.’

Jensen gave me a mischievous look. ‘So if there was a way round it, you’d do it?’

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘In theory but—’

‘Okay, got it. Godfrey,’ Jensen said firmly, ‘tell Olivia that Lottie will do it and that she is family because she’s my fiancée.’

‘Er …’ I blinked at him. ‘Do I get a say?’

‘Of course!’ Betsy hooted with laughter and clapped her hands. ‘Perfect!’

‘Goodness.’ Godfrey stared at all three of us, looking bewildered. ‘Congratulations.’

‘Not a word to anyone else,’ Jensen said, fixing the dear old chap with a firm look. ‘It’s on a need-to-know basis only.’

Godfrey tapped the side of his nose. ‘Got it. Right. Leave the details with me. Oh, this is a good day, a good day indeed. Ted would be so proud.’

Betsy’s smile wavered and Jensen covered her hands with one of his.

‘We’re over the moon,’ she said, stabbing at the buttons on the inside of the door to close her window. Jensen did it for her. ‘Now step on the gas, lover-boy. Today gets better and better.’

‘What did you say that for?’ I said when I finally found my voice, envisaging all the awkward conversations ahead.

‘You said yourself,’ he grinned boyishly, ‘we’re as close to family as you’ve got right now. Why not go the whole hog?’

My heart thundered wildly for the entire journey to the hospital as Marjorie’s advice bounced around my head. If I should be focusing on the lovely things in life, could one of them possibly be Jensen?

Chapter 23

‘Feeling comfortable?’ Dulce, the sonographer, asked as she pulled my knickers down so low at the front that Jensen squirmed beside me. I had been, I thought, mortified and wishing that I’d had the foresight to consider my bikini line. I pushed my T-shirt up myself, keeping my bra covered.

But I nodded. ‘Thanks so much for letting Jensen and Betsy in with me, even though they’re not family.’

Dulce smiled kindly. Her gentle voice was so soothing that if it hadn’t been for Betsy’s frequent exclamations, and the sensuous way Jensen’s thumb stroked the back of my hand, I’d have found the whole experience very soporific.