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Before I thought better of it, my mouth ran away with a comeback I’d fully regret as soon as it passed over my lips.

“You never know. You could have a mini-Cash out there who is of the age to give you grandbabies.”

Shit.

Damn.

Fuck.

I knew before he told me, “Took care of that problem. Thank fuck.”

My intel report on him didn’t include medical history. I’d learned that he’d opted to have a vasectomy at a very young age by hearing him joke about it.

“Don’t like kids?” I probed, like the junkie I was, wanting more from him than I deserved, deepening my regret.

“Other people’s kids are fine, in small doses. As far as me having one, that’s not a hard pass it’s a fuck no.”

I don’t know why I pushed when obviously, he felt that way since like he said, he’d taken care of the problem. Maybe I subconsciously needed to reinforce my already fortified barrier between Cara and the outside world. The reminder that I was to keep Cash out and far away from my girl.

“What about you? You want babies?”

There was the regret.

“Nope,” I answered honestly, but only because I felt obligated to since I’d opened the door for turnabout.

I did not want babies.

What I wanted was for the five-year-old little girl who was now my charge to grow up happy and healthy and be whole when she reached adulthood.

Cash beeped the locks of the black SUV. I shook my head and noted, “So much for blending in.”

“Not sure you got the memo but we’re not going dark to assassinate a foreign leader,” he teased. “We don’t need to blend in. We need four-wheel drive to get us up the mountain to the ranch.”

I’d feel more comfortable if this was a kill mission. That said something about me, and what it said was not loving, caring, nurturing mother-figure. More like a morally bankrupt psycho who shouldn’t be within a hundred yards of a child.

“Are you going to need to blindfold me to keep the location safe?”

I was still a little surprised Zane had sent me with Cash to interrogate—no, to have a civilized conversation—with a Russian translator. At least that’s what her job had been for the last thirty years. Why Zane wasn’t using Black Team to get him the intel was beyond me, seeing as they were the ones holding her. A team I, along with the rest of the world, wasn’t supposed to know existed. As far as I knew, they’d somehow managed to stay in the shadows. In all of my dealings with the dregs of society I’d never heard them mentioned. Neither have they been talked about in any dealings I had with the alphabet agencies in the US government.

I had to admit, I was impressed the team had managed to stay hidden.

“Baby girl, I’m up for blindfolds and ropes if that’s your kink. But I much prefer your active participation when we get down to it.”

Of course he took it there.

I was off my game.

“You didn’t need my participation yesterday,” I reminded him. “You and your hand seemed well-acquainted and quite friendly.”

Cash flashed me a cocky smile.

“If you think my hand in your panties, toying with your clit until I made you come wasn’t you participating, you think wrong.”

“I believe it was my finger that did that.”

His smile turned deliciously lewd.

“Yeah, baby, but it was me who was controlling that finger.”