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Tessa sighed and sat back in her chair. She refused to look at him and waited. When he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, she’d had enough.

“Look. I’m sorry about the doctor. I promise to tell you from now on.”

She wished he’d say something or even just look at her. She couldn’t take this much longer before she burst into tears.

Chapter Eleven

Dominik took a long drink of his beer. He was upset about the situation with the doctor and wanted to make sure she understood she was never to hold anything back from him again.

He understood her thoughts but didn’t agree with them at all. He felt it was his duty to keep her safe and make her happy. He couldn’t do that if he had no idea what was happening with her.

“I am disappointed you didn’t tell me. You said you just didn’t want to bother me, but you’ve got to know by now that nothing is more important than you,” he said. “I need to know everything, or I don’t feel like I’m doing my job.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m incapable,” she said.

“It’s not that at all. I know you’ve taken care of yourself for a long time, but I want you to let me do that now,” he told her. “I want—no, Ineed—to know you’re always okay. Especially since that bastard Pierce hasn’t been caught yet.”

“I’m always very careful. I don’t leave my floor until you get there. If I have to, I make sure someone else is with me.”

“Good. I need you to take every precaution.”

She nodded.

Dominik watched her bite her lip, which told him there was something on her mind. “What’s up?”

She looked at him. “The lady in the elevator.”

“What about her?”

“I felt you stiffened when she talked about children.”

He was afraid she’d bring this up.

“It’s something we’ve never talked about,” she said.

He leaned back, trying to think of a way out of the conversation.

“Do you not want them?” she asked when he didn’t answer.

What could he say? He’d always dreamed of them, but he was terrified that her being pregnant with his child could kill her. There was no way she’d be able to carry a baby that was at least ten pounds, and then give birth to it. He’d been over thirteen pounds when he was born. His mother always bitched about what he did to her body and how he almost killed her.

“I haven’t really thought about it.”

Tessa looked at him suspiciously. “Never?”

He shrugged. “Not really. I don’t think they’re important for me.”

He could tell it was upsetting her, but he didn’t think he could stop. “Do you think you could stay with me without them?” he asked.

She looked down. “This is sudden. I don’t know. I’d have to think about it.”

“How about we deal with this later? We might not have to even think about it,” he told her.

He could tell she took it the wrong way and hated the sorrow in her eyes. Before he could say anything else, she stood and took her plate to the sink.

“Angel?”

“What?” she asked without turning. “You’re right. Why talk about something that might not pertain to us?”

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