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She eyed the table and smiled when she spotted the tub of her favorite. I passed her a spoon.
“So, we’re leaving this hotel room when?”
“Not today.”
“Tomorrow?”
“What’s the rush, Grace? Is it the beard or the hair?”
She lifted her gaze and snaked it over my face, shoulder, and chest. A sparkle lit up her eyes, betraying her control. I’d recognize that wanton look from miles away. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, eyes searching for an answer. The jugular on her neck pulsed while my blood rush to my dick, and the first doubt I’d keep my hands to myself crept in.
She pulled the spoonful of ice cream between her lips, and I nearly lost it. She set it back in the tub and sighed. “I have an appointment this Friday for egg retrieval. I took my last IVF shot before you came to the salon.”
I cracked my head to the side, and a pinch of regret flew down my spine. “Retrieve them next month.”
“I would rather not go through another cycle.”
“You’re still young, Grace.”
“Thirty-seven is not young to have kids. My uterus is shriveling, and my eggs are scarce.”
“Why not do it the old-fashioned way?”
“I’d rather pick a candidate based on a profile sheet. Sperm donors don’t lie.”
“Sociopathic ones do.”
“They filter the sperm bank at Cryogenics.”
“Filter?”
“Screen. Young, healthy, and good-looking donors with Master’s degrees.”
I snickered.
“What’s so funny?”
“Documents can be altered. Trust me.”
“Are you offering, Hunter? Because last time I checked, you didn’t want any offspring.”
“Sorry, Grace, but I don’t have a Master’s degree. Also, I never said I didn’t want offspring. I said I wasn’t ready for one.”
“Argh.” The chair she pushed back squeaked over the hardwood floor. “I can’t stand this. I’ll be perfectly safe with my brothers. I can stay with Scar.”
Her twin was working on her case and wanted Grace out of the loop. I stood up, pushed away from the table, and grabbed her by the wrist as she headed for the door.
“What the fuck, Grace? How about ‘Hunter, thank you for saving my life’? And you’re not going anywhere.”
She tried to wiggle out, but I bear-hugged her before she could. I tightened my arms around her, the thin robe she wore separating me and her fucking poking nipples.
“That’s right, because it’s always about you,” she spat back.
That was fucking wrong, and she knew it. Our life had always been about her and her high-class socialite friends and all the babies she wanted—but not with me. She never considered I wasn’t ready for kids. And now that same future I once saw with her was impossible.
“Let me go.”
I allowed her to slip out of my hold, aware that I was still blocking the exit. She puffed out a frustrated breath, plopped on the bed, and flicked on the television.
