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fragrance of herbs and spices teased her to cast aside their differences for the next twenty minutes as they enjoyed their meal. In silence, she walked across the threshold without a backward glance. In the distance she heard the roar of an engine but was too preoccupied with the view before her.
    The front of the house looked like a cookie cutter ranch home. But inside was an entirely different vision. The back walls seemed to disappear and the dining area was a part of the patio. Mesmerized, she strode to the exquisitely set table, which boasted of crystal that caught the beams from the moon. Looking up, she marveled at the clear sky and shaded moon.
    “This is beautiful,” she whispered, looking into the trees surrounding the house. The scraping of a chair drew her attention. Silas stood behind it, waiting for her to finish gawking and sit down. Her face warmed as she strode forward and sat.
    “Thank you,” she murmured, placing her purse on the chair next to her.
    His fingertips brushed against her shoulder before he walked into the kitchen.
    Inhaling, she clenched her hands in her lap as memories of their last time together rose before her in a haze of lust. He hadn’t been gentle. But he’d given her exactly what she'd needed. He can smell your need . It’ll give him the advantage. With iron clad determination, she slammed the door shut on her libido. Dealing with Silas would require all of her wits.
    He returned with two plates. “What would you like to drink?” His eyes were now a compelling bright green. She blinked to break away from his stare, and gazed at the table. Although mystical creatures weren’t really her thing, she remembered reading in one of her novels that wolves could hypnotize you with their eyes. She frowned. Or was that vampires? She wasn’t sure.
    “Water will be fine.” She nodded to the sweating glass in front of her.
    He poured a healthy dose of red wine from a bottle into his glass and then took a sip. She eyed the bottle and then said her grace. It didn’t escape her attention that he didn’t wait for her to finish blessing her food before he ate. His lack of manners refortified her resolve to make sure her children were raised with decent morals and manners. Clearly, left with Silas, they’d be flags blowing in the wind.
    They ate in silence. Jasmine’s thoughts turned into a dark monologue exposing every fear and concern she’d ever had. It wasn’t enough that she was in her late thirties and pregnant. No, memories of the pain and disillusionment she’d felt when she was pregnant at the age of sixteen ran rampant through her mind as well. Her heart raced and fine tremors racked her body as arctic tendrils of loneliness eased down her back.
    “Do you like it?”
    “Huh?” she asked to give herself a minute.
    Silas pointed to the steak and garlic mashed potatoes on her plate. “You haven’t eaten much.” He put his fork down. “You’re not vegetarian, are you?” The distaste in his voice snapped her out of her funk.
    Picking up her fork, she dug into the potatoes. “No. I like meat. All kinds of meat.”
    The frown he wore disappeared. “Eat now. We’ll talk when you’re done.” He waved at her full plate. She noticed his was empty.
    “Okay.” The aroma of the succulent meal turned her stomach. No doubt it was nerves, but her robotic movements signified her true fear of their upcoming conversation.
    When her queasy stomach could take no more, she pushed her plate away and pasted on a smile. “That was really good. Thanks.” She patted her lips without looking at him.
    He grunted as he removed both their plates and put them on the countertop. “There’s some apple pie and ice cream for dessert.”
    As good as that sounded, she knew her stomach would never agree to another morsel of food. “I’m…” She cleared her throat. “I’m good, thanks.”
    “Jasmine,” he growled.
    She jumped and met his gaze.
    “I’m not going to eat you. Not unless you