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I don’t know why he’s getting annoyed. Just because we’re having twins together doesn’t mean he has to pay for me. His children, yes, but he owes me nothing.

“What are your other concerns?”

Should I bring up thedating other peoplething, like I did last night? Truthfully, I only did it to poke the bear. He’d pissed me off, and I had wanted to do the same to him. But I’m not a child. Hell, I’m a soon-to-be mother of two children. Acting like the adult I am is the only thing to do right now.

So, no mentioning of dating other people.

Or what he said about wanting me.

Nope. Definitely not discussing that right now. Or ever.

Do I have any other concerns about living with him?

“No other concerns I can think of right now. Just…”

I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his large, warm hand cover my knee. He gives it a comforting squeeze before letting go.

I feel the loss of his touch more than I should.

“I’m just nervous it won’t work out—us living together—and then I’ll be left without a place to live.”

“I think we’ll be just fine. But for some reason, if us living together doesn’t work, I won’t leave you high and dry. The agreement will give you a measure of security, and you have my word too. If things go south, I’ll make sure you and the babies have a place to live. I promise.”

I stare into his eyes and feel myself starting to get lost in them. Blinking away, I take a deep breath, feeling like I’m about to step off a ledge into darkness, with no safety harness.

“Okay.” I exhale the breath I took.

“Okay?” The slight confusion in his tone makes me look back at him.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you.”

I’ve seen Kaden smile before, but never like the blinding smile he’s giving me right now. It makes him look even more beautiful than normal. And it makes my heart beat faster in my chest.

“You won’t regret it,” he says, grabbing hold of my hand and squeezing it.

And I just hope he’s right. That I’m making the right choice for myself, him, and our babies.

TWENTY-FIVE

Kaden’s wearing a ball cap and jogging bottoms that are slung low. He’s carrying a box full of my books, making his T-shirt lift with the effort, giving me a nice view of those abs I recall so well at inappropriate, mostly random times of the day. His bicep muscles flex, and the veins in his forearms show. And it’s just ridiculously hot. He’s ridiculously hot. And I need to stop staring. I force my eyes ahead and stare at the blurry reflection of myself in the elevator door.

The elevator pings, and the doors open into his hallway. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the fanciness of living in a place with an elevator as its front door.

Kaden gestures for me to go out first, even though he’s the one carrying a heavy box.

The rest of my stuff is in his truck downstairs, which he’s going to go and get. Apparently, I’m not allowed to help or carry anything, which is stupid. But I’m letting him have his manly moment.

My brothers all offered to help me move in, but Kaden was adamant that he could move me in himself, so I just went with the flow. It’s not like I have much to move. Just my clothes, books, beauty essentials, and random knickknacks. I don’t have any furniture, as the university housing was fully furnished.

I’m not sure if Kaden feels he needs to prove himself to me or what, but whatever it is, I have no problem with him lugging my stuff up here, if it makes him feel better, as I get to see those muscles on display and watch him get all hot and sweaty. Win-win for me.

I follow Kaden down the hall, and he puts the box down on the kitchen island and opens the fridge, getting out two bottles of water and handing one to me.

A ball of cream fur leaps up onto the counter, making me jump.

“Oh my God!” I press my hand to my chest, my heart thumping from the surprise. The fluffy cat plonks its butt down and stares at me. “You have a cat?” I say to Kaden.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

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