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ask me too. So relax. We have a lot of things to discuss and I am not in the mood to deal with you like this.”
    “Like what?” she asked without thinking, but his comment set off opposing bells inside her.
    Releasing a long, loud sigh, he shook his head and waved toward the family room. “Let’s just do this.”
    Jasmine wiped her palms with the paper napkin and followed his lead. Sitting on the soft leather loveseat across from him, she waited.
    “We’ll be moving to my home by the end of the week. My godson, Cameron, is already there and I need to check on him. Plus, I have some other matters that need to be taken care of. I know the twins told you I offered them a job with my security detail. They agreed and will be moving with us. My administrator is preparing your wing.”
    Her head snapped up. “Wing?”
    “Yeah. You’ll have your own space, separate entrance, living quarters, and outdoor space. It should be ready by the time we arrive.”
    He really doesn’t want to have anything to do with the babies . So why insist I come along? “I see you’ve thought of everything,” she said, curling her lips.
    “I know you don’t want to have my pups, or move to West Virginia. I’m trying to make this as pleasant as possible so you won’t be miserable. I don’t want to turn my home into a constant battleground.”
    “I’m not having pups. I’m having babies.” She corrected angrily. “And no, I don’t want to go to your home or have anything to do with you. But my sons seem to think I need your protection, or rather, my children need your protection. Regardless of how I feel about this entire situation, and I think it’s fucked up, I won’t do anything to endanger my kids.”
    “Why?” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
    Frowning, she gazed up at him. “Why what? Why won’t I endanger my kids?”
    “No. Why do you think this situation is fucked up? I told you there was a good chance you’d get pregnant when we had sex.”
    “Yeah, but you also said you’d never made anyone else pregnant. Since you’re three hundred years old, I thought the chances of getting knocked-up were slim. Do you know I’ve never been on a date?” Her throat tightened. “Before my pregnancy I was too young, and marriage left such a bad taste in my mouth, after Davian died I avoided getting involved with anyone.”
    She paused and looked away. “My babies were finally grown. I’d just started making plans to live my life in a way that I’d never had a chance before. To do things for me, things that interest me. Travel – see more of the world. Take some art classes, dabble in photography, learn how to make jewelry, hit some beaches… getting pregnant at sixteen and married at eighteen, I missed doing a lot of things. No prom, Rone was sick so I missed my graduation, and the senior trip was out of the question.” She chuckled. “Now, I have to put things on hold again. So yeah, this situation is fucked up.”
    He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingertips beneath his chin. The heat from his eyes warmed her skin. She needed to leave before she did something she’d regret later, like beg him for sex.
    “You can get a sitter, take your classes, go on dates, take trips. No one’s stopping you from that. You can arrange to have your security detail stay back to give you space.”
    “Security detail?” Had she missed something?
    “Jasmine, how many times do I have to explain? The fact that you’re giving birth to my pups makes you a target for my enemies. You and my litter are under my protection.”
    The tone of his voice reminded her of the many times she'd reprimanded her twins for a repeated infraction. She knew he was right, the twins had explained the need for safety to her a hundred times. Still, it irritated her to lose control of her life.
    “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Silas. I was simply answering your question. I’ve already agreed to move to backland USA.