Laurel let out an exasperated sigh. “We can’t very well make a baby if you’re in here and I’m in there.”
He said firmly, “I will come to you. When we are done, I will return to my rooms.”
She frowned. “We won’t sleep together as man and wife?”
“That’s not how it’s done. We will... come together. Then I will take my leave.”
“Jeremy and Catherine don’t do that. She uses her bedchamber for storing her gowns and readying herself but she and Jeremy always sleep together. I know Rachel and Evan—”
“I don’t care what the bloody St. Clairs do during the night,” he shouted. “We will follow society’s lead on this matter. You will sleep in your bedchamber. I will sleep in mine. I will come to you and—”
“Don’t bother coming tonight, Your Grace,” she said angrily. “I will be too tired to service you.”
With that, Laurel Godwin, Duchess of Linfield, stomped away, slamming the door behind her.