Regina gave a watery chuckle. “Stubbornness? That’s an awfully polite term for it. Let me guess, you have brothers?”
Rosalind grinned. “Three of them. All as stubborn as your son, perhaps even more so because of their Scottish blood, which I can attest is far worse.”
Ashton’s mother laughed. “We have Scots in the family, on my side. I know exactly what you mean.”
They shared a quiet moment together, smiling at each other. Regina straightened her dressing gown. “So, we must decide what to do about this marriage business.”
Sobering, Rosalind replied, “I told him I am afraid to marry again.” She hesitated, but there was something sincere and honest in Regina’s expression that Rosalind trusted. “I lived under the iron fist of a brutal father. My late husband was many years my senior, but h
