us.”
“I was telling the boys goodnight. The twins want you to adopt them.”
His heart filled with joy. He wished for at least a dozen kids. “Of course I will.”
Carolina prepared herself for the heartache and disappointment. “And Justin-”
“No.”
Even though she'd assumed what his answer would be the reality of how little he loved her and how very much he cared for that woman still hurt. If only he'd allow her to tell him everything then maybe he'd change his mind. “You didn't let me finish.”
His tone was razor sharp, cutting right to the heart of the matter, “Justin wants you to adopt him, the logical progression to this conversation. But, he already has a mother. Liz will always be his mother and given your history with her, she'll never agree to the adoption even if I would. You and he simply need to accept that you can't erase her from his life.”
“Of course.” Stepping away from him, she removed one silver high-heeled slingback from each of the robe's pockets. Dangling the shoes from the crook of her finger, she slowly took off the robe and tossed it onto the settee, taking morbid pleasure in the sound of his hissed intake of air through clenched teeth.
“Hold these please,” she handed him the shoes before placing one of her palms against the muscled wall of his chest. With one hand, she reached under the hem of her minute sparkling silver dress to remove a silver-sequined thong that she, with great ceremony, slid into the front pocket of his trousers. Taking her shoes from him, she once again braced her hand against his chest and slipped on the spiked heels to stand before him, allowing the mad genius to see the monster he'd created.
Dylan opened and closed his mouth, then opened his mouth again to allow a single phrase to pass his lips, “Sweet mercy.” His eyes caressed her from head to toe. He noted how her hair was arranged artistically atop her head with strategic wisps of curls left free to surround her face, which bore not a hint of makeup but was captivating in its unspoiled beauty. Her gorgeous body was barely covered by a dress that appeared painted on, more of
“I was telling the boys goodnight. The twins want you to adopt them.”
His heart filled with joy. He wished for at least a dozen kids. “Of course I will.”
Carolina prepared herself for the heartache and disappointment. “And Justin-”
“No.”
Even though she'd assumed what his answer would be the reality of how little he loved her and how very much he cared for that woman still hurt. If only he'd allow her to tell him everything then maybe he'd change his mind. “You didn't let me finish.”
His tone was razor sharp, cutting right to the heart of the matter, “Justin wants you to adopt him, the logical progression to this conversation. But, he already has a mother. Liz will always be his mother and given your history with her, she'll never agree to the adoption even if I would. You and he simply need to accept that you can't erase her from his life.”
“Of course.” Stepping away from him, she removed one silver high-heeled slingback from each of the robe's pockets. Dangling the shoes from the crook of her finger, she slowly took off the robe and tossed it onto the settee, taking morbid pleasure in the sound of his hissed intake of air through clenched teeth.
“Hold these please,” she handed him the shoes before placing one of her palms against the muscled wall of his chest. With one hand, she reached under the hem of her minute sparkling silver dress to remove a silver-sequined thong that she, with great ceremony, slid into the front pocket of his trousers. Taking her shoes from him, she once again braced her hand against his chest and slipped on the spiked heels to stand before him, allowing the mad genius to see the monster he'd created.
Dylan opened and closed his mouth, then opened his mouth again to allow a single phrase to pass his lips, “Sweet mercy.” His eyes caressed her from head to toe. He noted how her hair was arranged artistically atop her head with strategic wisps of curls left free to surround her face, which bore not a hint of makeup but was captivating in its unspoiled beauty. Her gorgeous body was barely covered by a dress that appeared painted on, more of