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“Why not?”

“Dangerous.”

“You can protect me.” If I started talking like him, would he understand me better, or would he think that I was mocking him?

“Dr. Bennet.”

How was I going to convince him to take me? If I ever want to find Kai, he was probably my key to it. “I’m going to go to China to find Kai whether you like it or not. Traveling alone is no strange task to me.”

“You stay here.” His brows curved up ever so slightly – a bit too much emotion to deal with for the poor guy today.

“Look. You want to find Kai, right?”

He nodded.

“And you were told to protect me, right?”

“Yes.”

“If I come with you to China, you could do both. This way, you haven’t broken your promise or assignment about protecting me.” I said with my sale-sy voice, like when I tried to get some new toy funded for my project with the hospital board.

He didn’t answer me.

But the corner of his lip rose ever so slightly.

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Emily

“Emily, we’ll be back around nine. Don’t let the kids stay up too late.” Jessi, my sister-in-law, said from the doorway to the living room.

As if her twin girls would ever listen to a thing I said. The door closed, and I turned to my twin nieces. “Who wants ice cream?”

The two little girls, identical blonde, sweet tyrants, screamed with joy as they looked back at me with gray eyes so similar to mine. They could be mine, if I wasn’t so busy all the time. I pushed the thought away and stood up from the pillow fort they’d built around me to head into the kitchen.

Harry, the baby brother of the twins, slept in a playpen near the dark gray leather sofa, so I left him there. He was a growing boy, and he needed his sleep. Soon enough he’d join his older sisters in the kitchen with me.

I found the girls on bar stools around the marble island in the kitchen. It was the kind of kitchen any baker would love. It was Jessi’s kitchen, after all, and she needed three industrial sized ovens. I turned to the fridge, the same stainless steel as the oven, stove, and microwave, and asked which ice cream the girls wanted.

“I want strawberry, please, Aunty.” Breanna, always the polite one, informed me sweetly.

“Yuck! I don’t like strawberry! I would like rocky road, please.” Rhiannon, the bossier of the two and always the most opinionated, cried out from her perch by her sister.

They were two peas in a pod, but they were also quite different when it came to their personalities. Even if they were identical.

“You two don’t know how lucky you are to have a mother who’s a baker,” I muttered, more to myself than to them. I pulled out two cartons of ice cream from the freezer and a plate of brownies from the drawer above it. I microwaved the brownies for a minute and added the ice cream to each bowl, before I added a spoon and gave the bowls to the girls.

I’d only put in small amounts, the girls were still little after all, and sat with them, a small bowl of my own in front of me. “What movie are we going to watch, girls?”

The girls began to argue about which family-friendly movie they wanted to watch first, and my thoughts drifted. Jessi and Trent were off for a charity ball, and I’d been enlisted to watch the girls and baby Harry. I knew the routine. I’d helped with babysitting since the girls were first born and had also helped with my other nieces and nephews.

Over the last five years, what was a small family of three brothers and a sister, had turned into one huge family. I often spent time flying back and forth to watch the children who resulted from my brothers’ unexpected, but totally welcome, romances. The hard men I’d barely known in my younger days had now become men with a softness around their hard edges, and I was a spinster.