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a poisoned brew. “I’m supposed to believe you won’t walk away from Aarōn and Isaák at some point?”
    “Believe it.” She held herself with confidence—her hands draped calmly on her lap, her shoulders relaxed. Her intent gaze never left his.
    “I’m supposed to believe they can depend on you?” he snarled. “I think we both know I have ample experience to reject that belief.”
    A spark of something, some unguarded emotion, crossed her expression, but she didn’t back down and she didn’t look away. “As you pointed out, this isn’t about ten years ago. It’s about now.”
    Rafe gritted his teeth. She was right. She’d thrown his own words back at him and she was right. Damn her.
    “I have something you want.” The green of her eyes blazed into him, heating him, making him feel as if he were pinned to the wall. “And you have something I want.”
    He crossed his arms across his chest. A jolt of shock went through him when he realized his palms were sweating. In fact, his entire torso was damp. Not with anger or pain or fear.
    You want.
    I want.
    Lust. He was sweating with lust.
    She sat there: blond hair in a simple braid, no paint on her face, challenge in every line of her covered body. Nothing like the women he’d dallied with during the last few years. Women who spent hours in the salon. Women who dressed in gowns worth thousands. Women who drank in his every word.
    Yet not one of those women ever made him sweat.
    The woman before him, and yes, she’d become a woman not only in form, but in strength of mind, continued. Relentlessly. “I’ll agree to the DNA test.”
    He narrowed his gaze, keeping his tense hands tucked beneath his arms.
    “If you tell me why you didn’t go to medical school.”

Chapter 5
    T amsin sensed when Rafe made his decision. The scowl on his face smoothed into bland disinterest. He stretched his long, naked legs out in front of him. His hands slid from under his arms to land on his thighs in a careless gesture.
    He shrugged his big shoulders. The white of the T-shirt he wore emphasized the thickly muscled curve of his bicep. A quick kick of awareness rushed through her.
    “I decided to go into business instead.” His voice was all smooth, all solid dismissiveness.
    “You dreamed of being a doctor.” She couldn’t stop the emotion flooding her words. “You never wanted to be anything else.”
    He gazed at her, his eyes blank. Then he shrugged again. “I changed my mind.”
    Tamsin didn’t know why she kept pushing. Maybe it was because she wanted to understand why this one dream, among the other dreams she’d lost, this one dream had been denied. Perhaps if she understood this, she could make sense of the rest of the turbulent emotions this man’s arrival back into her life had stirred inside her.
    “You couldn’t have simply changed your mind.” She frowned at her clenched hands lying in her lap as if she could find a resolution there instead of trying to find it in eyes dark with disdain.
    “Couldn’t I?” His question was quiet yet biting. “But why not? You changed your mind about us.”
    She jerked her head up to meet his gaze. “That was different.”
    “Was it?” His voice twined around the words, hostility leaching into each vowel. “I don’t see how. I discarded something I supposedly loved, just as you did.”
    His cynicism rolled through her, dragging her into a depressed funk. Yet she knew. She knew. He was faking with his supposedly and his changing his mind . “You were going to be a doctor from the moment I met you. You talked about it all the time. Your father—”
    “ Nai .” The curt, brittle word cut her off. “And now you have reached the reason why I didn’t attend medical school.”
    Sucking in a breath, she forced herself to continue. “Your father would have wanted you to go. Even after he…”
    His words didn’t stop her this time. No, it was the look in his dark gaze.
    Brutal hate.
    Bitter anger.
    Unbearable