Foreman hid his amusement as Amber attacked the wine bottle with the point of the corkscrew, looking more like she was wrestling a gator than opening a nice Sauvignon Blanc. He breathed in, for the light scent of her perfume from when she'd touched his cheek and kissed him. "You can't assume that about families," he said. "You're only going to have more kids around later." Didn't Brian have a long-term girlfriend? All three siblings were around their mid-thirties; Amber was lucky there was only one kid underfoot so far. Grimacing briefly, Foreman remembered their own scare. Was it going to be like that for the rest of their lives? Not that he felt able to think in terms of 'the rest of their lives'. He had no plans to shake things up; he was happy. But that didn't mean he hadn't thought about kids, some day. If Amber was this adamant, then either he'd have to change his mind or they'd have to decide what they were each looking for.

No way in hell he was going to bring that up right now, although the idea sat at the back of his mind and goaded him not to let the current subject drop. "You? Not want attention? You haven't stopped putting yourself forward for the last three months." And that had nothing to do with kids. That was just Amber. She probably thought that self-effacement was a sin, of stupidity if not of morality. Foreman settled his crossed arms more firmly. "Do you think if you keep quiet enough that nobody will notice me?" he asked. Just because he hadn't been offended yet didn't mean that Amber couldn't accomplish the same thing by constantly worrying that he would be. For one thing, he had better self-control than that. For another, Amber constantly worrying about whether her family would say something regrettable, when they'd been nothing but polite, appreciative, and welcoming to him, made him wonder exactly where the problem lay.