Hope flew back to Ireland, as promised, three weeks after she left. Finn was waiting at the airport, and he picked her up and swept her off the ground. They talked about the baby all the way back to his house. And as soon as she saw it, it felt like home. She was planning to stay for at least a month this time, maybe more. She had no commitments in New York till May. And she'd be ten weeks pregnant by then, a delicate time to travel. Finn wanted her to put her jobs off, and she said she might. She had seen her gynecologist before she left New York, who said everything was fine. Her HCG levels were good, and all was progressing as it should. It was too early to tell much more, and she told Hope to come in when she got back. She told her to take it easy for the first three months. At her age, miscarriage was an issue, so the doctor cautioned Hope not to do anything too wild. But intercourse was fine. She knew Finn would be relieved to hear that, although he wanted this baby so badly, he would even have given up their s.e.x life and had asked her if they should. He'd been happy to know that s.e.x was allowed. It was an important part of their life. He wanted to make love constantly, at least once a day, often more. She had never had a s.e.x life like theirs in her entire life.

As soon as she walked into Blaxton House, she saw that he had put flowers everywhere, the place was immaculate, and Winfred and Katherine were thrilled to see her. It was beginning to feel like home to her. And upstairs in his study, she could see that Finn had worked hard on the book. There were stacks of papers and research all over the desk. And as she walked into the room, he spun her around again and kissed her. She sank into a warm tub, and he took a bath with her, as he always did. It was rare for him to let her take a bath on her own. He said he enjoyed her company too much, and she looked so s.e.xy in the tub. And as always, they wound up going to bed and making love, and he was gentle with her. He was in awe of the baby they had conceived, and the miracle they were going to share. He said it was his greatest dream.

Katherine brought them lunch on trays, and afterward they went for a long walk in the Wicklow Mountains. They had a quiet dinner that night, and the next day she went back to work on the house. The furniture had come back from the restorer and looked terrific, and all the upholstered pieces done in the fabric she'd bought in Dublin had returned and were in place in several rooms. The house already looked brighter, cleaner, and more cheerful, and wherever she had polished the woodwork before she left, it gleamed. She had more ideas about the house, and mentioned them to Finn, but all he wanted to talk about was the baby. He said it would join them forever, and his eyes shone whenever he mentioned it. This clearly was his dream, and it was slowly becoming hers. She still had to get used to the idea. It had been a long time since she'd been pregnant, and it brought back a lot of tender memories for her. Secretly, she hoped it would be a girl, and so did Finn. He said he wanted a daughter who looked just like Hope. The changes that were happening to them, and would be happening to her soon, were a lot to absorb and digest. Again and again, as she looked at him, she had to remind herself that it was happening, and it was for real.

She was going through a beautiful old desk in the library two days after she'd come back to Ireland, trying to decide whether to have it restored or not, or just polish it herself, when she opened a drawer, and at the back of it, found a photograph of a strikingly beautiful young woman standing next to Finn. In the photograph, both were very young. He had an arm around her shoulders, and was so obviously enamored with her that Hope wondered if it was Michael's mother. She had never seen any photographs of her. And there were several more in another drawer of the desk. She wasn't sure if she should mention it to Finn or not, and she was curious. She was staring at one of the photographs when he walked in.

"What are you up to?" he asked, smiling at her. "I've been looking for you everywhere. What mischief are you devising?" he inquired, as he approached and then saw the photograph in her hand. He took it from her, looked hard at it, and instantly his eyes turned sad. She had never seen him look like that when he talked about his late wife before, and she was surprised.

"Michael's mom?" she asked softly, and Finn shook his head as he set the photograph down and looked at Hope.

"No, it's not. A girl I was in love with a long time ago. I was twenty-two at the time, she was twenty-one." It was hard to believe, but judging by the faded photograph, he had been even more handsome then. They were two beautiful young people smiling up from the photo on the desk.

"She's a pretty girl," Hope said evenly. Unlike him, she wasn't jealous, and surely not of a girl he'd been in love with twenty-four years before.

"She was," he said, glancing at the image again. She had long straight blond hair. "Audra. She died two weeks after that was taken." Hope looked shocked when he said the words. She looked so young and healthy, obviously some kind of accident had occurred.

"How awful. What happened?" It reminded her of Mimi again. It was so unfair when young people died before they even had a chance to live. They would never marry, have babies, get old, be grandmothers, or experience all the good and bad things that happened to everyone else.

"She killed herself," Finn said with an agonized expression. "It was my fault. We had a terrible argument. It was stupid really. I was jealous. I accused her of sleeping with my best friend, and I told her I'd never see her again. She swore that nothing had happened, and I didn't believe her. Afterward he admitted that they'd gotten together so he could help her pick out a birthday gift for me. He said later that she was crazy in love with me, and I was equally insane about her. But I was so angry when I thought she'd betrayed me, that I told her it was over, and walked out. She begged me not to, and I didn't find out until after, from her sister, that she was pregnant. She was kind of high strung, and very sensitive. She was going to tell me after my birthday, but she was afraid of how I'd react. And to be honest, I'm not sure how I would have taken that piece of news then. She wanted to get married anyway, and I don't know what I'd have done. In any case, we had an awful fight, I left her and told her I'd never see her again because I thought she'd cheated on me. I went back to her house four hours later to apologize. Her parents were out of town, and I rang the bell forever. She never answered, so I went home. Her sister called me the next day. She had slit her wrists, and they found her. She had left a letter for me. Her sister told me about the baby then. It was an awful time. I think it's why I married Michael's mother when she told me she was pregnant, even though I wasn't in love with her. I didn't want anything like that happening again. I've lived with it on my conscience ever since." As he said it, Hope reached out and touched him, and picked up the photograph again. It was hard to believe that that beautiful young girl had died only days later. It was an awful story, and admittedly, he hadn't behaved responsibly, but he was young. And people did stupid things at any age, not understanding the desperation of others, or how deep their fears or emotions ran.

"Her sister said that their father would have killed her for being pregnant, particularly if I didn't marry her," Finn went on. "He was a nasty piece of work, an alcoholic and very abusive to both girls. Her mother was dead. So she had no one to turn to, or to count on, except me. And I let her down. She thought I'd ended it for good, since I had convinced her of it. So she died." He looked deeply remorseful as he said it, and clearly had been for all of his adult life since.

"I'm so sorry," Hope said softly.

"Her sister died in a freak boating accident not long after. I went out with her for a while, because she reminded me so much of Audra. But it made us both feel worse. It was a very unhappy time in my life," he said with a sigh, and put the photographs away. He had been painfully honest about it. "It's a h.e.l.l of a thing to have on your conscience. I don't know why I was such an a.s.shole to her. Young, I guess, and stupid and full of myself, but that's no excuse. I didn't really intend to end it with her, I was just p.i.s.sed and wanted to teach her a lesson for flirting with my friend. Instead she taught me a lesson I never forgot and never will." As he said it, Hope couldn't help remembering the instances when he'd be jealous with her, asking her questions about the subjects of her photo shoots, her ex-husband, her agent, the waiter at the restaurant on Cape Cod, and the two men in the pub in Blessington. He was still jealous, but these days he had it in better control. And he had no reason to be jealous with Hope. And apparently he hadn't with Audra either. The story was awful, and Hope felt deeply sorry for him. She could see in his eyes how guilty he still felt about it all these years later.

"Maybe she had emotional problems you didn't know about," Hope said, trying to comfort him. "Normal people don't do things like that. They don't kill themselves, no matter how desperate they feel." She couldn't imagine Mimi doing something like that, or herself at that age. But whatever the reason, the girl in the photograph was dead.

"Sometimes young girls do," Finn said, "or even older ones. I was never totally convinced that Michael's mother didn't do the same thing. She was drunk, and our life was a mess. She knew I didn't love her, and I don't think she loved me either. She was a very unhappy woman. We were trapped in a loveless marriage, and we hated each other. I didn't want to divorce her, for Michael's sake, but I should have. It's all such a waste sometimes," he said bleakly, and then smiled at her. And for a totally insane instant, Hope had the odd feeling that despite his sense of guilt, he was flattered by the notion that these women had died for him. The thought gave her a chill. And then as though to confirm it, he looked at her strangely and asked her an odd question. "Would you ever kill yourself, Hope?" Slowly, she shook her head, but was honest with him.

"I thought about it when Mimi died. More than once. And when Paul left me. But I couldn't do it. No matter how terrible I felt and how hopeless, I couldn't conceive of doing something like that. I went to India and tried to heal instead. That made more sense." But she was an essentially healthy person, with a firm footing in life, and she had been considerably older, in her early forties at the time. These were very young women, and girls that age tended to be more dramatic and more extreme and intense, although she couldn't imagine Mimi doing it either, for a broken romance, or any other reason. These were obviously troubled girls in desperate situations, one pregnant out of wedlock with an alcoholic father to face and a boyfriend she thought had left her, and the other trapped in a loveless marriage with a child she didn't want and a husband Finn said she hated. It was upsetting to think about. And Finn was quiet as he walked out of the room, and went back upstairs to his office to work on the book.

Hope put the photographs back in the drawer, and decided not to restore the desk. She went for a walk alone after that, and thought about Finn. He had had turmoil and upset with the women in his life, and the death of a young girl on his conscience for more than twenty years. It was a lot to live with. And she thought his question to her had been odd. Maybe he just wanted to rea.s.sure himself that no matter what happened, he would never have to face something like that again. And with Hope there was no risk. Suicide was not an option for her. If her daughter's death hadn't destroyed her, she knew that nothing would. She dreaded losing Paul, when that happened, and she knew she would one day. She hoped for him, and for her, that that wouldn't happen for a long, long time.

As she walked along, it was sad thinking about death, instead of birth, and then she thought of the baby, taking hold inside her. The child she and Finn had conceived was an affirmation of life and hope, and an antidote to all the tragedies that had happened to them both. She saw now, more than ever, what a wonderful thing it was, and realized that that was what Finn had been doing, clinging to life to overcome the shadows of death that had trailed him for years. It was a touching thought and made her love him more than ever. She thought about Audra then, and even not knowing her, silently mourned her loss. Hope was touched by Finn's honesty in admitting his part in the tragedy. He had made no effort to hide or deny it, which was honorable of him. And Hope felt guilty for her momentary thought that he was somehow flattered that she had loved him enough to commit suicide over him. Hope was sure that wasn't true, and was sorry she had even thought it. It had been a sick thought, but for an instant something in his eyes, and his question to her after that, had made her think it. She was glad she hadn't said it to him. He would have been justifiably wounded that she would suspect him of such a thing.

She felt better when she got back to the house, and decided to empty two closets that were full of ancient dusty linens. She was sneezing incessantly at the top of a ladder when Finn found her there late that afternoon. She had been easy to find when he heard the sneezing, and scolded her when he found her.

"What are you doing on that ladder?" he said with a disapproving scowl, as she blew her nose for the hundredth time and looked at him.

"Getting rid of this mess." Shelf by shelf, she was pulling the yellowed linens down, tossing them to the ground, and as she did, a cloud of dust rose each time, and made her sneeze again. "This stuff must have been sitting here for a hundred years. It's filthy."

"And you're a fool," he said angrily. "Now get off that ladder. I'll do that if you want. If you fall, you'll kill the baby." She stared at him in surprise, and then smiled, touched by his concern.

"I'm not going to fall off, Finn. The ladder is perfectly solid. We found it in the stables." It was the only one tall enough to reach the top shelves in the closets, because the ceilings were so high. But he was serious, and held the ladder for her, as she reluctantly got down. "I'm not a cripple, for heaven's sake, and I'm only a few weeks pregnant." She lowered her voice so no one would hear them, although Winfred and Katherine were both so deaf that it was unlikely they would, and there was no one else around.

"I don't care. You have a responsibility to all three of us now. Don't be stupid," he said, and climbed the ladder for her. And in less than a minute, as he did the same job, he was sneezing too. And a moment later, they were both laughing. It was a relief after the somber discoveries she had made that day. The sad story of Audra was still on her mind, but she didn't mention it to him again, she knew now how painful it was for him, and she felt sorry for him. "Can't we just throw this stuff away?" Finn asked, looking at the heap of yellowed linens on the ground. Most of them were tablecloths no one had used for years, and the rest were sheets for beds in sizes that no longer existed.

"I will, but we had to at least pull them out first. We can't let them sit up there forever." She was becoming the unofficial mistress of the manor, and Finn was pleased to see it.

"You're such a little housewife," he teased her, and then he smiled down at her from the top of the ladder. "I can't wait till we have a baby running around here. It'll really feel like a home then. Until you came along, Hope, it just felt like a house."

She had infused her own life and spirit into it, just by cleaning it up and moving things around, and the furniture she'd had restored looked beautiful, although there was still too little of it. The house was mostly empty, and it would have cost a fortune to fill it. She didn't want to overstep her bounds, so she was trying to do her best with what was there, and only added a few things, as small gifts to him. He was deeply appreciative of everything she did. And the results were looking good, although it was obvious that it would take years to restore the house to its original condition, and probably more money than Finn would ever see. But at least he had claimed his mother's family's ancestral home, and she knew what it meant to him.

His love for the house was almost as deep as his love for her. He had come home to his roots, and reclaimed them. It was a major step for him. And he felt as though he had been waiting to do that all his life, and often said that to her. He knew that his mother would have been proud of him, if she were still alive to see it. And Hope loved sharing the experience with him. Her efforts to improve it for him, and return it to its previous glory, were a gesture of love for him.

For the next several weeks, Finn continued to work on his book, and Hope took a few pictures. She took them discreetly in the pub sometimes, mostly of old people, and no one seemed to mind. Most of them were flattered. After Finn finished work in the afternoons, they went for long quiet walks in the hills. He talked with her about his work, and how the book was going. She paid close attention to everything he said, and was fascinated by the process of his work, as he was with hers. As he had even before he met her, he loved the photographs she took. And he particularly liked the series she was doing of old men and women in the pubs. They had wonderful faces and expressive eyes, and seen through Hope's lens, they were transfused with all the tenderness and pathos of the human spirit. They had tremendous respect for each other's work. No one had taken as great an interest in her work before, nor had anyone in his.

They talked about the baby, although she didn't like to dwell on the subject. She didn't want to get her hopes up too much now that she had gotten comfortable with the idea. The first three months were always unsure, and at her age even more so. Once she got past that, she would really allow herself to celebrate the idea. Until then, she was hopeful and excited, but trying to remain calm and realistic, and somewhat reserved. Finn had already given his whole heart to it, and she had long since forgiven him for the hideous afternoon at the fertility doctor in London, and even for getting her drunk and pregnant later that afternoon. The results of it were too sweet to resist, and she loved him more than ever, particularly now with this additional bond. She was feeling mellow, happy, and very much in love.

They were talking about getting married, and they both loved the idea. All Hope wanted was to spend the rest of her life with him, and he felt exactly the same way. And their plans to marry in the near future made her feel very much mistress of his home.

She was emptying drawers in the dining room one day, in her continuing efforts to purge the house of old, meaningless things, when she came upon a lease that had just been tossed into a bottom drawer. And it looked relatively new. She was going to leave it on Finn's desk, and then realized what it was. It was a six-year lease for Blaxton House that Finn had signed two years before. And as she read it, she realized that the house had been rented, not bought. She was floored. He had said the house was his.

She thought about putting the lease back in the drawer, and not mentioning it to him. It wasn't really any of her business, but it troubled her all that afternoon. It wasn't just that he had lied to her, but it seemed so odd to her that he would tell her he owned it, when in fact it was only rented. And finally, she couldn't stand it, and decided to clear the air with him. It seemed like an important point to her. Honesty was a crucial part of the relationship they were building, which they both hoped would last for years, hopefully forever. And she wanted no secrets between them. She had none from him.

She waited until teatime to ask him about it, and they were eating the sandwiches and soup that Katherine provided for them every evening. She made them a hot meal at noon, with hearty meat and vegetables and Irish potatoes, which Finn ate and she didn't. Hope preferred lighter meals, and she was grateful that as her pregnancy progressed, she felt fine. If anything, she ate more than usual, and she hadn't been nauseous for a minute. She hadn't been with Mimi either. In the twenty-three years since her last pregnancy, nothing had changed, and she felt healthier than ever, and looked it. She had the bloom of youth and motherhood in her eyes and on her cheeks, despite her age. In fact, she looked suddenly younger than ever.

She broached the subject carefully as they finished the meal. She wasn't quite sure how to do it, and didn't want to embarra.s.s him or make him feel exposed by what she had discovered. In the end, she decided to just say it.

"I found something in a drawer in the dining room today," she said as she folded her napkin and Finn took a long swallow of wine. He always drank more in the evening when he was writing a book. It helped him relax, after concentrating on the story all day. Hope could see that it was grueling work.

"So what did you find?" he asked, looking distracted. He had done a particularly hard chapter that day.

"The lease for this house," she said simply, looking him in the eye, to see his reaction. There was none for a minute, and then he looked away.

"Oh," he said, and then looked at her again. "I was embarra.s.sed to admit to you that I don't own it. I do, in my heart and soul, but I couldn't afford it. So they rented it to me. I was hoping that in the six years of the lease, I could sc.r.a.pe up the money, but this works for now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about it, Hope. It's humiliating to admit you can't buy your own family's house, but right now I just can't, and maybe I never will." He looked embarra.s.sed as he said it, but not about the lie. It wasn't really a lie, or not a big one anyway, and she told herself that he owed her no explanations, neither about the house, nor about his financial situation, although he was her baby's father and the man she loved. But for the moment anyway, he was not responsible for her, and probably never would be financially. She didn't need that kind of help from him. And she had thought about it all afternoon since she'd found the lease. The only thing that really bothered her was that they were pouring money, or she was, into someone else's house, which didn't seem smart to her. She was a little startled that he let her do that, but Finn was in love with Blaxton House, whether it was his or not. It had belonged to his ancestors, and to him by birthright, even if it was only leased.

"You don't owe me any explanations, Finn," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot, but I was curious about it. It's really none of my business." He was looking at her, and obviously feeling awkward. "I have a proposition to make you. I'm very fortunate, because of Paul. I have no kids"-and then she smiled, and gently touched his hand-"or at least I didn't for a while, and that's about to change. But Paul was incredibly generous with me, and he has helped me make some very good investments that are continuing to pay off." She didn't hide her circ.u.mstances from him, she had no reason to. It was obvious he wasn't after her money, and she loved him. They loved each other, and shared a sacred trust and bond, particularly now with the baby. She trusted Finn completely, and knew she wasn't wrong. He was a good man, and a solid person, even if he didn't have a lot of money. That meant nothing to her. Paul hadn't had much when she married him either. Hope was not interested in money. What she valued was the love they shared.

"The proposition that I want to make you is that I buy this house. If you feel uncomfortable about it, you can pay the rent to me, although I don't see why you should. Or some token amount to make it legal, like a dollar a month, or a hundred a year. I don't give a d.a.m.n about it. We can ask the lawyers how it has to be. When we get married, I can give it to you as a gift, or put it in trust for you in my will. If we don't marry, and don't stay together, which would make me very sad"-she smiled at him, they both knew that there was no risk of that, from all they could see at the moment-"then we could turn it into a loan, and you could pay me back over thirty years, or fifty for all I care, but I wouldn't pull the house out from under you. This house should be yours, and I'd feel better for you, knowing that you own it now, or that someone does who loves you and isn't going to change their mind and stop renting it to you. This house is yours, Finn. It belonged to your family for hundreds of years. If you'll agree, I'd like to buy it now and protect it for you, and our children. And just to cover all the bases, in case this baby doesn't happen for some reason, I still feel the same way. I don't need the money. I don't know what they're asking for it, but I think it will make a very, very small dent in what Paul gave me." She was being totally honest with him, as Finn stared at her in amazement. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him, and she wanted nothing from him in return. She just loved him.

"My G.o.d, what did he give you?" Finn couldn't help asking. She was totally unconcerned about buying the house and what it would cost her. And Finn realized she was doing it for him, out of love.

Hope didn't hesitate when she answered. There was no one else on earth she would tell, except him. She trusted him with her life, their baby, and her fortune. She didn't consider the money hers anyway, it was Paul's, and should have been Mimi's. And now, one day, it would go to this baby, and Blaxton House was part of that baby's heritage anyway, because it was Finn's. She was helping him build a legacy for their child, and if not, out of kindness, for him.

"He gave me fifty million from the sale of his company. He sold it for two hundred net after the sale. I'll get another fifty when he dies, hopefully not soon. And it's carefully invested. I actually made quite a lot of money last year. I guess money breeds more money. That's an awful lot for one woman with few needs. I can afford to buy the house," she said simply. "And I'd like to do that for you. Do you know how much they want for it?" She had no idea what a house like his would sell for in Ireland.

He laughed in answer. "A million pounds. That's less than two million U.S. dollars." It was laughable in comparison to the kind of money she was talking about, which was inconceivable to him. He knew she had money, that was obvious, and she had said that Paul had been extremely generous with her. But he had had no idea she had that kind of money. It was beyond his wildest imagination. "And we can probably get them down on the price for cash, way down. The house is in pretty bad shape, as you know. We might even be able to get it for seven or eight hundred thousand pounds, which would be a windfall for them, and a bargain for us. That would be about a million and a half, in dollars." And then he looked at her sternly. "Hope, are you sure? We've only been together for four months. That's a h.e.l.l of a gesture." What she was proposing was the greatest gift of his life, beyond his wildest dreams.

"I'd like to fix it up with you, and do everything it needs. It's a shame to let the place go to rack and ruin, particularly if we buy it."

"Let me think about it," he said. He seemed overwhelmed. He leaned over and kissed her, drained his gla.s.s of wine, filled it, and drained that one too, and then he laughed again. "I think I may have to get drunk tonight. This is all a little rich for my blood. I don't even know what to say to you, except that I love you and you're an extraordinary woman."

They both went to bed shortly after that. They were tired, the emotions of the day were too much for him, and he pa.s.sed out from the wine. They both woke up in the middle of the night. There was a storm outside, and Finn turned to her in the dark, looking at her, propped up on one elbow.

"Hope?"

"Yes." She smiled at him. She was happy with the offer she had made him. It felt right to her, and it was so little money compared to what she had. And it was such a great house for them.

"Can I accept the offer now, or do I have to wait until morning?" He looked like an overgrown boy in the dark, and his eyes were dancing, he was so happy. She was making him the greatest gift of his life. And he was almost afraid she would change her mind and take it back. But he didn't know Hope if he thought that. She was a woman of her word.

"You can accept the offer anytime you like," she said, with a gentle hand on his neck as the wind howled outside. It was raining hard. Spring didn't come easily in Ireland, and it was an odd feeling for her, knowing this was going to be her home now, but she loved it too. And she was proud of his ancestral house, sharing it with him, and hopefully their child, or even children. The future lay brightly before them.

"Maybe we should wait and see if the place falls down tonight. That's a h.e.l.l of a wind blowing," Finn said with a smile.

"I think it will be okay," she said, still smiling.

"Then I want to say yes to your generous offer. Thank you for giving me back my house. And I promise you, when we get married, when I make the money for it, I'll pay you back. I'll rent it from you, for the same price I pay now. And I'll pay you back in installments, whenever I can. It may take a while, but I'll do it."

"You can do it any way you want. But at least you'll know the house is yours and no one can take it away from you, nor should they. You're the rightful heir."

He nodded with tears in his eyes, even though he was smiling. He was in awe of her again. "Thank you. I don't know what else to say. I love you, Hope."

"I love you too, Finn." He put his head on her shoulder and went back to sleep then, like a child. He looked as though he felt peaceful and safe, as she lay holding him, and gently stroked his hair. And finally, she fell asleep again too, as the storm raged on outside.

Chapter 12.

The day after the storm Hope called the bank and made all the arrangements to buy the house, and Finn helped her. They had lost a tree in the night, but they didn't care. It hadn't hurt anyone, and had done no damage. And the owner of the house, who had bought the property as an investment, was happy to accept seven hundred and eighty thousand pounds, a million five hundred thousand dollars. It was a terrific price, and Finn was ecstatic. Hope had the money wired, and since there were no conditions on the sale, Blaxton House was theirs eight days later. Legally, it belonged to her, but she had all the papers drawn up, leaving it to him in the event of her death, and allowing him to pay a nominal rent for now. Once they were married, the house would be put in trust for their child. And if for some reason they didn't marry, or there was no child, he could still buy the house from her, over an extended time.

It was a fantastic deal for him, and one he never could have gotten otherwise. And she was already making plans to restore it to its original beauty. Hope was thrilled to have a free hand for the restoration. There was nothing in it for her, except the joy of making Finn happy, and knowing that they owned the house they were living in, and where their baby would grow up. She reminded Finn again that the deal was not contingent on her pregnancy. If for any reason they lost the baby, nothing changed. And if their relationship failed, she was still willing to let him buy the house from her over time. It was the ideal arrangement for him, and he said she was the most generous woman in the world. Hope insisted it was a blessing for them both. She had asked no one's advice and needed no one's permission. She just did it, and notified her bank to make the wire transfer to the previous owner. Everyone was extremely pleased with the deal. And Finn most of all, but Hope was happy too. He put the deed to the house in his desk drawer like it was made of gold. And then he turned to Hope, and knelt down before her, looking into her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing at him, and then saw his serious expression. This was clearly an important moment to him.

"I'm formally asking you to marry me," he said solemnly, taking her hand in his own. There was no one to ask. She had no relatives except Paul, and that wouldn't have been appropriate, although Finn was grateful to him as well for how generous he had been with Hope. "Will you be my wife, Hope?" Tears filled her eyes as he knelt before her, and she nodded. She was too moved to speak, and cried much more easily now, with their baby in her womb.

"Yes, I will," she said in a strangled voice, and then choked on a sob. He stood up then and took her in his arms and kissed her.

"I promise I'll take care of you all your life. You won't regret it for a minute." She didn't think she would. "I'll get you an engagement ring the next time we go to London. When do you think we should get married?" The baby was due in November, and she wanted to do it before that, if only to legitimize the child. But she didn't want to wait anyway. They were both sure about their love.

"Maybe we shouldn't make official plans till you tell Michael," Hope said, thinking of his son, and not wanting him to feel left out. "Maybe we could get married this summer in Cape Cod." That would mean a lot to her.

"I'd rather get married here," Finn said honestly. "Somehow it would seem more official. We could still do it over the summer, when Michael is here. He always comes over at some point, even if it's not for long."

"I need to meet him first, before we tell him," Hope said sensibly, and they both agreed that they didn't want to tell him on the phone. He knew nothing about her, and suddenly they would be calling to say that his father was marrying a total stranger, and having a baby. It was a lot for Finn's son to swallow at one gulp. Hope wanted to give him time to meet her and adjust to the idea. And she had to tell Paul, and she knew it might be a blow for him at first, knowing she was with another man, and having his child. They needed time for others to get used to their plans. And summer seemed soon enough to Hope, or even fall. That gave them time to get organized too. A lot had happened in a very short time. Their relationship, a baby, and now they were planning to marry. The rapidity of it all still took her breath away. In four months, she had a whole new life. A man, a child, a house. But Finn was wonderful to her and she was sure.

She was busier than ever once they bought the house. It was well into April by then, and she decided to postpone her jobs in New York in May. She didn't want to fly before the end of her first trimester, when the baby would be solidly ensconced. She asked Mark to move all her May commitments to mid-June, and didn't tell him why, although her bank had told him she had bought the house.

"So you bought a place in Ireland," he said with interest. "I'll have to come over and see what you're up to over there. How's everything with Finn?"

"Perfect," she said, sounding ecstatic. "I've never been happier in my life." He could hear it, and he was pleased for her. She had been through some very tough times, and she deserved all the happiness she had now.

"See you in June. I'll get everything worked out. Don't worry about it. Just have fun with your castle or whatever it is." She told him a little about the house, and he liked hearing the joy and excitement in her voice. Hope hadn't sounded like that in years.

And for the next two months, she and Finn never stopped. Hope hired a contractor and started doing the repairs the house needed so badly. They had to put a new roof on, which cost a fortune but was worth it. Windows were sealed that had leaked for fifty years. Dry rot was cut out, and she made arrangements to have the interior of the house painted while they were in Cape Cod for the summer. And she was buying antiques in shops and at auctions, to fill the house with the furniture it deserved. And every time Finn saw her, she was carrying something, dragging a box, climbing up a ladder, or stripping a paneled wall. She boxed up the books in the library so they could work on the shelves. She never stopped, and more than once Finn gave her h.e.l.l and reminded her that she was pregnant. She still acted as she had when she was pregnant with Mimi, and Finn reminded her that she was no longer twenty-two years old. Sometimes Hope remembered to be careful, and the rest of the time she laughed at him and told him that she wasn't sick. She had never felt better or been happier in her life. This was like the reward for all the sorrow that she'd been through. She believed that Finn was the miracle that G.o.d had given her, and she said it to him all the time.

She was working particularly hard one afternoon, packing up the dishes so they could have the inside of the china closets painted, and she complained afterward that she had hurt her back. She got in a warm tub and it felt better, but she said that it really ached, and Finn scolded her again, and then felt sorry for her, and rubbed her back.

"You're a fool," he chided her. "Something is going to happen, and it'll be your own G.o.dd.a.m.n fault, and I'll be p.i.s.sed. That's our baby you're tossing around, while you work like a mule." But it touched him too that she loved his house so much and was doing it all for him. She wanted it to be beautiful now so he'd be proud. It was her labor of love for Finn, and so was their child.

She slept fitfully that night, and stayed in bed the next morning. She said her back still hurt, and he offered to call a doctor, but she said she didn't need one. He believed her, although she didn't look well. He thought that she looked pale, and she was obviously in pain. He came up to check on her an hour later, and found her on the bathroom floor, in a pool of blood, barely able to crawl, as she looked up at him. He panicked when he saw her and rushed for the phone. He called for the paramedics and begged the operator to send them fast, and then returned to Hope in the bathroom. He was holding her when they arrived, and his jeans were soaked with blood. She had lost the baby and was hemorrhaging, and she lost consciousness when the paramedics picked her up and put her on a gurney to carry her out. Finn ran along beside them, praying she would live, and when she came to in the hospital hours later, after they had cleaned out her womb, Finn was staring at her with a dark look. She reached out a hand to him and he turned away and got up. She was crying and he was staring out the window, and then turned to look at her. He looked both angry and sad, and there were tears in his eyes too. He was thinking of his loss, more than hers.

"You killed our baby," he said brutally, and she broke into a sob, and she reached out to him again, but he didn't come near her. She tried but was too weak to sit up. They had given her two transfusions to make up for the blood she'd lost.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say through her sobs.

"All that stupid lifting and carrying, look what it did. You just made it to three months, and now you f.u.c.ked it all up." He said nothing to comfort or rea.s.sure her, and Hope looked heartbroken as he raged at her. "It was a s.h.i.tty thing to do, to the baby, and to me. You killed a healthy baby, Hope." It didn't occur to him that maybe the baby wasn't so healthy if it hadn't survived past that point, but there was no way to know now, and she felt bad enough. "How could you be so selfish and so dumb?" She was sobbing, listening to him berate her, and a few minutes later, he stormed out. She lay in bed, inconsolable, thinking of everything he'd said to her, and the nurse finally gave her a shot as she cried incoherently, and when she woke up hours later, Finn was sitting next to her again. He still looked grim, but he was holding her hand. "I'm sorry for what I said," he said gruffly. "I was just so disappointed. I wanted our baby so much." She nodded and started to cry again, and this time he took her in his arms and consoled her. "It's all right," he said. "We'll do it again." She nodded and just lay in his arms and sobbed. "Even if I act like a fool sometimes, I love you, Hope." As he said it, tears rolled down his cheeks, and hers.

Chapter 13.

Hope left for New York two weeks later in June. She was thin and pale and very subdued, and she knew that Finn was still upset. He blamed her fully for the miscarriage, and insisted that only her carelessness had caused it. He refused to accept the idea that age might have been a factor, or it could have happened anyway. He never missed an opportunity to tell her that it was her fault. He kept telling her they'd both feel better when she got pregnant again and did it right this time, which only exacerbated her own unspoken guilt. She had apologized to him a thousand times. Finn acted like she had betrayed him, and their child. She felt like a murderess every time she looked at him, and she wondered if he'd ever forgive her. All he talked about was doing it again. And it was almost a relief to get on the plane to New York and get away from him. And she was by no means ready to do it again, or not this soon at least, if at all. He acted as though she owed it to him. But after losing Mimi, now losing this pregnancy had her in deep mourning suddenly. And she was in disgrace with Finn as well, which nearly broke her heart.

She managed to finish all her a.s.signments in New York, and had been hoping to see Paul since she hadn't seen him in six months, which was far too long. But when she called him on his cell phone, he said he was in Germany, checking out a new treatment for Parkinson's, and he planned to stay there for a while. She was sorry to miss him, but they promised to meet in the fall.

She had lunch with Mark Webber, who thought she looked exhausted and said she was working too hard. But she insisted she was happy, and he hoped she was. But she didn't look as happy to him as she had sounded on the phone. Finn's harsh criticism of her when she lost the baby had hit her hard. There had been a cruelty to it that was hard to get over now. It was the first time he had been unkind to her in the six months they'd been together, and the first time a shadow had come between them.

Mark had gotten her several a.s.signments for the fall, and she wasn't sure if she should take them or not. If she got pregnant again, she knew that Finn wouldn't let her fly to New York. Suddenly something that had been both an accident and a blessing had become a life-or-death project that took precedence for Finn. And for the first time, Hope felt unsure of herself. She felt profoundly guilty, and nervous about doing it again.

She went to see her doctor in New York, who told her that she had to wait at least three months before trying to get pregnant again, and reminded her sensibly that she might have lost the baby anyway, even if she'd stayed in bed. But after everything Finn had said to her, she felt responsible and depressed. She had already decided to put their wedding off till December, since now there was no rush. She was too depressed to plan their marriage.

Finn arrived in New York as soon as she finished her work. He was in better spirits than when she had left him, and he was very loving to her. Hope tried to stay off the subject of the miscarriage, but he mentioned to her several times that he wanted her to see the fertility doctor in London when she went back. He didn't want to waste any time, and he made Hope feel that she owed it to him. She was still feeling too weak and tired and depressed to argue with him and fight back, so she finally said she would. It was easier than battling about it. And they were going to be at the Cape for July and August, while Blaxton House was being painted from top to bottom. And she was sure she'd feel better by the end of the summer, and things would look different and less depressing to her by then. She was still dealing with all the hormonal changes that came from losing a three-month pregnancy, and so much blood. Her body was still in shock. And Finn's harsh reaction, blame, and accusations had shaken her considerably. His behavior about the miscarriage was so out of keeping with his normal, extremely loving style of the past six months. She was anxious for him to calm down again, and felt sure he would.

The best thing that happened once Finn arrived was that his son Michael came down from Boston to meet them in New York for dinner, and Hope thought he was an absolutely terrific kid. He was a bright, open, friendly, well brought up, and all-around lovely boy. He had just turned twenty, and looked a lot like Finn. He teased his father repeatedly, and was fairly bold with him, but she was impressed by how well they got along. It said a lot for Finn that he had single-handedly brought up such a wonderful boy, and Hope thought it spoke well of him as a father that their relationship was so good.

Hope invited Michael to the Cape, but he said he was spending the summer in California with his maternal grandparents, as he did every year. He said he had a job lined up at the San Francisco stock exchange for July and August, and he was excited about it. Spending time with him made Hope miss Mimi acutely again, and that night after he left them, Hope complimented Finn.

"He's a fabulous kid. You did a great job," she said, and he smiled at her. For the first time, she felt as though things were beginning to repair with them. Losing the baby had been a terrible blow to them both. They hadn't wanted to tell Michael at their first meeting they were planning to get married. She and Finn agreed to tell him when he came to Ireland in September. She was excited for him to see all the things they were doing to the house. She couldn't wait to see them herself when they got back. And she was looking forward to having Michael with them. She wanted to get to know him better.

When she and Finn got to the Cape, it was as though nothing bad had happened. He didn't mention the miscarriage again, he stopped accusing her and making caustic remarks that made her cringe. He was as loving, kind, and gentle as ever. He was the Finn she had fallen in love with seven months before, only better. And she began to relax and feel more like herself again. She put on some weight and felt healthy, and they were together every moment. He had brought his ma.n.u.script with him, and he said the work was going well.

Her only disappointment was that he refused to meet any of her friends at the Cape. She and Paul had had an open-door policy at the house, and their friends had dropped in often. Finn told her he didn't want that happening, it disturbed his work, and he was uncomfortable meeting them whenever it happened. She took him to a Fourth of July picnic at the home of a couple she had known forever, and Finn was standoffish and unfriendly. Several people told him they loved his work, and even then he was chilly, and insisted that he and Hope leave early.

When she questioned him about it the next day, he said he hated that kind of suburban summer community and had nothing in common with them. And what was the point of meeting them? They lived in Ireland. What Hope realized increasingly was that he wanted her to himself. He complained if she went to the grocery store without him. He wanted to go everywhere with her. It was still flattering in some ways, but there were times when she found it oppressive. And he told her that he liked her Cape Cod house much better in winter than in summer, when it was peaceful and the area was deserted. Without exception, Finn had rejected all her old friends. She hardly saw them herself now that she no longer lived in Boston, and she had always loved the congenial atmosphere at the Cape, but it was clear that that was not going to be part of her life with Finn. Although he had socialized a great deal in his youth and gone out with a million women before her, once in a relationship Finn preferred to lead a quiet life with her, and have no social life whatsoever except with her.