floor as he lifted her out of it and carried her down to the bed.
She lay in corset and petticoat beneath him as he leaned over her, and she didn't feel in the least ashamed. Georgina drew her fingers over Daniel's lean jaw and smiled as he bent to ply her mouth with kisses again. She liked his kisses much too well.
Daniel pushed himself off her and stared down into her face as one hand went to unfasten the hooks of her corset. "How do you feel about children, Georgina?"
The sensation of his strong, long-fingered hand inserting itself between her corset and her breasts clashed with the cool control of his words, but the combination made some insane sense in her mind. Georgina reached to tangle with a man's shirt studs for the first time in her life.
"I always wanted brothers and sisters," she murmured irrelevantly as she dropped the first stud to the floor and brushed his warm flesh.
"They start out as babies, you know. Tyler told me we should have had this discussion before we married."
The corset came unfastened, and Daniel lifted Georgina's back and pulled it free to fling it to the floor. The exquisite freedom made her tingle even before his hand circled her chemise-clad breast. Delicious waves of warmth swept through her as Daniel's fingers located the aching tip through the thin material.
She wasn't even certain she was capable of speech, but valiantly, she tried to reply to the question he wasn't asking. "I'll give you babies, Daniel. I think I would like to have your baby very much."
"I've always wanted several, Georgina," he warned, even as his hands went to the fastenings of his trousers.
"Then we had better get started, hadn't we?" Just the idea of it surged through Georgina with a primeval need that sharpened every touch to an unbearable intensity. She wanted to make a baby, and she wanted this man to give it to her. She put her hands around Daniel's neck and pulled him closer so she could feel all of him against her.
That movement probably saved him from grievous injury. Glass spattered across the room at the same time the street echoed with the sound of a shotgun blast.
Diving down to the bed, Daniel grabbed Georgina's waist and rolled them both to the floor. More blasts followed. Glass shattered and spun crazily across the floor. He rolled them under the high bed and out of the hurricane of flying shards. Across the hall Max howled with rage.
"Stay here." Pulling the cover from the bed, Daniel rolled himself in it and raised up.
"Daniel!" Georgina tried to hold him back, but it was akin to holding back the wind. He was gone before she could do more than touch a hand to his arm.
Glass crunched as Daniel bent over and ran to the door. Georgina cried out as another blast sent more glass and pellets flying through the room, but Daniel made it to the door without any noticeable injury.
She knew where he was going, and her heart lodged in her throat as she waited. He kept his guns locked in a chest in the pressroom where the boys couldn't get at them. She knew he was cursing his caution right now, but she was thanking the good Lord. She wanted those villains gone before a shoot-out ensued.
It looked as though her prayers would be answered. The street grew quiet, and the few remaining panels of glass were left unshattered as Daniel returned with his rifle. Georgina stayed where she was as he stood against the wall and searched the street. She hadn't known how hard her heart was pounding until she saw Daniel standing there, looking murderous with a rifle cocked and ready in his hands. She held her fist to her mouth to keep from crying out while he scanned the street. He was fully capable of shooting anyone who emerged from the darkness.
He cursed and blew out the lamp and waited a while longer, but apparently none dared show their faces, not even the police. Georgina gingerly reached for her fallen corset and used it to sweep a path through the glass beside the bed.
Still cursing, Daniel set the rifle aside and came over to help her. When they'd cleared a safe place, she rolled out and he clasped her tightly in strong arms. She gave in to the urge to cling to his greater strength. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Georgina buried her head against his