Pregnant For My Husband’s Father
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m fireproof.”
The air between us crackled with tension.
Kai cleared his throat, clearly not thrilled with the little verbal dance we were doing. He placed a hand gently over mine—calm, protective, maybe even a little possessive.
Klaus noticed. His grin widened.
“Well, this will be fun,” he murmured, rising from his seat like a king done toying with his subjects. He walked slowly to the door, then paused.
Without turning around, he said,
“Being with my brother Doesn’t make you untouchable.”