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Mummy frowned, looked around, and then said in Gujarati, “No more adventures. You hear me.”

I was in deep shit.

“Yes. I hear you,”I responded in Gujarati.

“I want a few answers, and then I won’t ever ask about it again.”

I sighed and then nodded. “Go ahead.”

“How long have you been doing this other job?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“When did you stop practicing law?”

“I never stopped, Mummy.”

“How did you get that scar on your shoulder?”

“I fell.”How was I going to say someone tried to punch me, and when I tried to avoid the blow, I tumbled into a shelf?

“Are you going to give me a straight answer to any of my questions?”

“I am giving you the information I can.”

Mummy growled and folded her arms across her chest. Oh shit. She was pissed.

“Are you planning to have children?”

“Yes. Within the next two years.” It was a condition of the contract, but I kept that information to myself.

“Tara, I will never forgive you if you leave any children you have without a mother. You are done with this life that makes it necessary to have a gun on you at all times. Am I making myself clear?”

Well hell. She knew about the piece I tended to carry the majority of the time.

“Yes, Mummy.”

“Does Ashur know?”

“That I carry a gun? Probably not.”

That was the wrong thing to say because her eyes grew angry. She opened her mouth to give me a piece of her mind but shut it as she caught sight of Ashur coming outside with my father and Devin. At least Minesh wasn’t with them. Thank God for small favors.

“We will continue this discussion later.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

I had no fear she would say anything to anyone. My mother would step in front of a bullet before putting my life in danger or causing me any more scandals than the ones I tended to put myself in.

Mummy stood and said in English, “Did you come to enjoy this beautiful summer night with us?”

“A man had to be insane not to want an evening with the two beautiful women he loves,” my dad stated. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” Ashur said as he watched me with a predatory gaze.

He took my hand in his and pulled me to my feet. A wave of need pulsed to life, and the anxiety of my conversations with Tyler and Mummy disappeared from my mind.

I wanted this man with a desperation I’d never felt for anyone else.

“I’m counting the seconds, Tara.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I licked my now dry lips, knowing without a doubt that I was in deep trouble…and not because of my secrets.