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“You think that’s funny?” I asked, wiping my face with a napkin.

“I really do,” she confirmed, still laughing.

“Well, now, you’re getting knocked up with twins,” I informed her, my voice a low growl against her ear.

She visibly blanched.

“You can’t control that shit,” she hissed, narrowing her gaze at me.

“Oh, baby, we Cassel men can do whatever we want.”

“Is that so?” she challenged.

“Got you to marry me, didn’t I?” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. “Never underestimate me, demon woman.”

“Your demon woman,” she said. “You think you caught me? I snagged you the first time I saw you.” She grinned. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Cassel.”

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Epilogue Two

Willow

Five Years Later

“Are you crying?”

“Shut. Up,” I growled at my husband. “It’s his first day of kindergarten. I’m allowed to cry.”

“It’s a half day and you’ll be working the whole time,” Jameson teased.

As soon as we lost sight of our son who’d just skipped through his classroom doorway after telling us to leave, I turned my glare on the man in a bespoke charcoal-colored suit who stood at my side. “Don’t act like I didn’t see you staring at his baby book this morning, Mr. Cassel. You’re ridiculous.”

“You just seem extra emotional,” he said as he led me back out to our waiting town car, the same one that would bring me back here in about four hours. Today, anyway. Since both Jameson and I worked, sometimes traveling, our son, who went by JJ now since he’d rebelled at still being Baby Jamie, had a nanny.

“I’mnotemotional.”

“You are,” my husband insisted after handing me into the back seat and sliding in after me. “I haven’t seen you like this since…” He turned wide eyes on me. “Since… Are you pregnant, babe?”

“Maybe,” I whispered.

“Maybe?”

“I’ve been afraid to check.” Despite teasing to the contrary, I had not gotten pregnant on our wedding night, nor during the subsequent years when we’d been trying in earnest. I’d come to terms with JJ being an only child.

“How late are you?” Jamie asked, taking my hand in both his.

“A couple months.”

“A couple months!” he exclaimed.

“I’ve been careful and I’ve been taking vitamins and not drinking or anything, but maybe I’m not pregnant. Maybe it’s menopause. It could be early. That happens, you know.”

He shook his head slowly, drawing in then releasing a slow breath while never taking his eyes off me. Without a word, he pressed one of the buttons on the console beside him.

“Change of plans. We’re going to Willow’s doctor’s office.”

“Of course, sir,” the driver replied.

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