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“You really rushed here because Grigor told you I fell?” She’s being playful now. Her teasing smile brightens the darkness.

“I pictured the worst.”

“You’re so dramatic sometimes.”

“I preferprotective.”

“I’m sure you do.” She wiggles her hips, grinding down into my lap. Her teasing smile turns downright mischievous. “Since you’re here, and since you love me, maybe you could stay for a while?”

I grip her ass with both hands. “Maybe I could.”

“I need you to make me feel all better. Since I hurt myself and all.”

“That, my love—” I kiss her again, long and deep. “That I can do.”

Chapter 36

Tigran

“How did it go?” Evan asks as we approach. The upscale private doctor’s office looms behind us. He’s leaning against the hood of his black sedan, looking only slightly nervous.

“It went perfectly,” I murmur, pulling Dasha against me protectively. I look around the parking lot, aware that anyone could be watching.

And hoping that they are.

“Yeah? Doc says you’re all good?”

Dasha pats my chest, trying to keep me calm. She knows how nervous I am about this plan. Even if this is the lowest-risk exposure imaginable, it still drives me crazy letting her out in public.

But we had to see a doctor sooner or later.

“She says I’m doing great.” Dasha beams, and her warmth calms me somewhat. I know Alexan’s nearby running our protectionservice, and he won’t let anyone get within a mile of my wife without him knowing about it.

Seamus can’t get to her.

Not right now, anyway.

“That’s a relief.” Evan pushes off the car and gestures. “Shall we go?”

“You know the plan,” I grunt at him, steering Dasha to her car. It’s a big black SUV with deeply tinted windows. Nobody can see into that thing. “Even though she’s perfect, the rumors say there’s a problem. We’ll have to go in for regular ultrasounds from here on out.”

“Such a shame,” Evan says, shaking his head and smirking. “My poor little sister.”

“Don’t play it up too much,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Climb in, my love.” I help her toward the back seat of the car. Grigor’s behind the wheel, waiting patiently.

She smiles and kisses my cheek, then steps into the back of the vehicle.

I move to climb in beside her, but Evan nods at me before I do. “Hold on a second. I want to talk.”

I hesitate but close the door. “What do you need?”

“You’re sure about this? All the rumors and stuff?”

“I’m sure. It’ll be fine.” Although I’m saying it to convince myself. The truth is, we’re gambling. Only I keep coming back to what the twin said.He’s obsessed with her. So maybe it’s morelike fishing, with no guarantee our prey will bite. “You just do your job and make sure Dasha’s safe.”

“Don’t worry. This area’s locked down. That Alexan’s a taskmaster.”

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