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“Are you out of your mind? A baby isn’t going to solve the problems between us.”

“What is more proof that I am committed to us than wanting a baby?”

I growled. “You’re such a man! I will not bring a child into this situation when all we do is argue.”

“We do more than argue, Sami.”

“If you want to prove to me I’m a priority, then be seen in public with me, let your colleagues know you’re married, don’t keep me on the sidelines. To any other man, I’d be the catch of the century. Who doesn’t want a Stanford-educated attorney who happens to be an heiress to a billion-dollar fortune?”

“Is that an ultimatum?”

“Yes, like the one you gave me six weeks ago. I want it all, or we end it now. I’d rather have a broken heart and live alone than with you and be half the person I should be.”

His gaze bored into mine, but he didn’t say anything in response. I refused to look away. He would not win this one, no matter how he affected me.

“Fine,” he said, turning away from me. “Get changed. We’re going out.”

He moved toward the house.

“What?”

I sat there in a daze. Dev’s change in mood was giving me whiplash.

“You heard me.” He paused at the terrace doors. “I’m taking my wife out to dinner.”

He’d lost his mind.

“Right now?”

“Yes, now,” he said without looking in my direction, and then stepped into the sunroom.

I blew out a frustrated breath and followed him inside.

“You do realize the second we pass through the gates, the paparazzi are going to be on us?”

“That’s the point.” He grabbed the bags he’d dropped by the base of the stairs and began to climb. “You’ve got fifteen minutes. I suggest you hurry.”

“Dammit, Dev.” I stomped up the stairs after him. “Hold on a minute. The guest rooms are that way.”

I pointed to the other side of the landing.

He turned so fast I collided with his chest. He glowered down at me, making my five- two frame seem microscopic compared to his six-foot-one.

“Let me make this clear, Samina mine. I am sleeping in my bedroom.”

“You’ll be alone then. I’ll move to another room.”

“You won’t be alone. Where you sleep, I sleep.”

He gave me a breathtaking smile that made me want to jump him and punch him at the same time.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess you’ll be sleeping on the floor of the living room because I’d rather sleep on the couch and there isn’t enough room for you.” I jerked my chin.

He smirked in response and said, “If you decide to sleep on the couch, I’ll be right there behind you or under you. If you recall, we had it custom made to fit both of us.”