was after seven, and she was starving. She sat next to him on the sage sofa. He handed her a slice on a paper towel.
“I don’t understand why you deprive yourself of having children when you love them so much.”
He chewed a bite of his own slice and looked at her. After he swallowed, he said, “Eat.”
“No, really. Why do you?” To make him happy, she bit into her pizza.
“I don’t look at it like I’m depriving myself.”
“But you are.” He’d made the decision not to have them when it was obvious he adored them.
“I enjoy other people’s kids. Why do I have to have my own to satisfy that urge?”
He called it an urge?
“Did you plan on having Wolf?” he asked.
She scoffed. “No. He was an accident. A very special one.”
“Did you plan on having kids in general?”
She supposed she deserved the questions since she’d gone after him for answers on the same matter. “Actually, no. I hadn’t given it much thought. Having them wasn’t a top priority. Don’t ask me why.”
“But after Bo, you decided to stay away from marriage?”
“Marriage, at least for a while, and definitely not until I find a man I can trust. If I never do, that’s okay with me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, good, because I don’t believe you, either.”
And she didn’t trust him, either. He didn’t believe she’d stay away from marriage and she didn’t believe he would, either. Where did that leave them?
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