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She sighs. “No, I guess not.”
“So…storks?”
She drops her head into her open palms. “That kid. I swear. He asked when he was four and I just…panicked. I didn’t want to have to get into the whole just-mommy-no-daddy dynamic. He’d have too many questions.”
“How long do you think you can avoid those questions? One, two more years?”
She bites her lip and looks out towards the garden just so she can avoid my gaze. “He’s too young to understand how messed up our lives are. And way too young for the birds and the bees talk. Hell,Ineed a refresher course on the birds and the bees.”
“Do you, now?”
Her eyes widen for a split second and her skin goes blotchy with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”
“It sounded like you haven’t been laid in a while.”
She flushes and rubs a hand over her face. “Can we not?”
“That small town hick didn’t Nice-Guy his way into your pants, huh?”
“Stop that. Stop acting as though you know everything,” she snaps. “I didn’t sleep with Callan because I knew we had no future. I only sleep with men I have genuine feelings for.”
I grin. I can’t help it. “So just me, then?”
She narrows her eyes. “That rule happened post-you.”
“Makes sense.” My grin widens.
Taylor huffs out a frustrated breath. “You’re impossible.”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.”
“Me?” she repeats incredulously. “Please—you’re the one who’s gone ages without hugging his own wife.”
I catch her gaze, mostly because I want to see her reaction when I say what I’m about to say.
“If Ihada real wife, intimacy would not be an issue.”
40
TAYLOR
He did that on purpose. He’s just playing with words to get a rise out of me. To confuse me.
He definitely did not actually mean“if.”
“Mama, look!” Adam cries, holding up part of his finished tower and waving it around in the air.
“Wow,” I say without even really looking at the tower. “Well done, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna make the second tower, Mama. For Rapunzel’s sister.”
“Sounds great, baby.” I can feel Ilarion’s eyes on me, taking in my reaction, reading into every little pucker and cringe on my body.
“Red or yellow blocks, Mama?”
“Why don’t you go with yellow, honey?”
“I like red better.”
