"It was simple. His world was Kate. If he denied that, he might as well stop breathing right now. "I have to go," he blurted out, standing up so suddenly that his thighs hit the edge of the table, sending walnut shell shards skittering across the tabletop. "I thought you might," Colin murmured. Benedict just smiled and said, "Go." His brothers, Anthony realized, were a bit smarter than they let on. "We'll speak to you in a week or so?" Colin asked. Anthony had to grin. He and his brothers had met at their club every day for the past fortnight. Colin's oh-so-innocent query could only imply one thing-- that it was obvious that Anthony had completely lost his heart to his wife and planned to spend at least the next seven days proving it to her. And that the family he was creating had grown as important as the one he'd been born into. "Two weeks," Anthony replied, yanking on his coat. "Maybe three." His brothers just grinned."