“Doc is overprotective because he’s afraid you’ll kill him if he doesn’t do everything you say. You were the one who said I had to lie down. I don’t like that woman in my kitchen and I don’t like someone else taking care of our children. I’m not in danger of losing the baby.”

Jake was undeterred. He stepped close to the lounge where Emma was tucked with a soft thin blanket around her. He loomed over the chaise, his expression like thunder. Glaring. Eyes all cat. Definitely the dominant. Emma didn’t even blink. She glared right back.

“The danger isn’t losing the baby, woman. The danger is losing you. It. Isn’t. Happening. So keep your sweet ass in that lounge until I come to carry you to our bed. And stop giving me grief.”

“Next time, I’m not listening to either one of you,” Emma declared.

His eyebrow shot up. “If you think I’m going to go through another nine months of hell, Emma, you can damn well forget that,” he snapped. His hands framed her face, his gaze roaming over her features. “You’re going to give me this.”

Her eyes softened. “I’m lying down, honey. But you have to stop making me crazy.”

His grin was slow. Heart-stopping. “Why? You’ve been making me crazy since I first laid eyes on you.” He brushed a kiss across her mouth. “Cat, thanks for bringing dinner. It smells delicious.”

Siena wished she knew how to cook. She would have brought them a dinner. “That reminds me. I’m trying out a recipe I found for Elijah tonight. I’d better get going. I don’t know the first thing about cooking so I’m sure it will take me some time.” She stood up. “It was really nice to be able to visit you both. I enjoyed it.” Well, except the part where she didn’t know what Emma meant about her leopard not being clear about twins. Was she carrying twins or not? Now she’d have to go to Doc and find out.

“Call me if you need help. I can maybe talk you through the recipe,” Catarina offered. “And if you want lessons, I’m a fairly good cook. And Emma’s a really good one.”

“Catarina’s being humble,” Emma said. “She’s awesome.”

“I’ll take you both up on it,” Siena said. “I want to learn. Elijah promised he’d help me too.” She said her good-byes, finding herself happy. Actually happy. She’d never had that before, just going to another woman’s home and sitting down and talking. Laughing. Discussing men and babies. Being normal. She’d lived in her world of boarding schools, isolated from everyone. Elijah had given her that.