"Days?"

"As long as a month."

Hannah sighed and pressed her mouth against his neck, loving the salty, manly taste of him. "A month?"

"Possibly years."

"Years?" she echoed incredulously.

"What was it you suggested? Ninety years?"

"At the very least," she whispered in reply. "Ninety years and at least three children."

"Three!" Apparently her husband hadn’t learned his lesson. He fully intended to argue with her, but Hannah knew the most effective way of all to end contention between them.