Curious, he turned it over and then blinked down in surprise that it was a prescription. Birth control. Jude was only twenty-six. Lots of twenty-six-year-olds didn’t want kids yet. Or at all. Of course, most of them didn’t have to secure a dynasty. Most weren’t worried about cutting their little brother out of the line of succession, either. He hoped he wasn’t the reason she was taking these. But even if he wasn’t the only reason, he couldn’t help thinking he was in the mix.
