She looked at the pill I’d handed to her in reluctance. “The last time I took one of these it screwed up my cycle for two months.” The thought that she’d had to take one before sent a bite of jealousy through me. “Then don’t take it.” She scoffed. “I’m not shipping my child to Russia every summer, Allister.” She wouldn’t be sending him or her anywhere. She’d be in my home, in my bed. I’d give her anything she wanted—anything but my past and some silly notion of love. Although, I didn’t believe she’d be searching for the latter. She’d been burned enough. I hated any man who’d broken her heart,
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