“Agreed. And I would not be outside of bounds if I asked you to refrain from starting a relationship with anyone else while you are carrying my child, would I?”
What started out as a smile progressed into a full giggle. There was simply no other word for it. Violet McCallum was giggling at him. “Out of bounds. Not outside.”
He should have been insulted that she was mocking him. What was it about this woman that made him not only accept her teasing, but crave it? “Ah, I see. Thank you. I shall remember ‘out of bounds’ in the future.”
“No,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You are not out of bounds. Dating is a challenge in the best of times. Right now, I can’t see how it’d be anything but impossible. I am not looking to start a relationship right now.”
A new thought occurred to him as Violet settled down and sipped her soda. Rafe’s original plan, once he had realized that Violet was V, was to use and discard Violet much as Mac had done to Nasira. That was the ultimate revenge, a sister’s honor for a sister’s honor.
But now that Rafe was spending more time with Violet, he wondered if he would actually be able to do that to her. She was, after all, carrying his child—if she could be believed. And Rafe desperately wanted to believe her.
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