He was silent for a moment, then said, "I do not actually know. It is irrational given I know full well your reasons for doing so."
I couldn't help grinning. "It may be irrational, but it makes my little heart sing."
He turned and wrapped his arms around my waist. "And why would that be?"
"Because that particular irrationality is called jealousy, and it means you really do care for me."
He studied me for several heartbeats, a smile tugging at his lips and his expression somewhat bemused.
Then he sighed, shook his head, and said, "For a very smart woman, Risa Jones, you are sometimes extraordinarily dumb."
Chapter 11
I blinked. To say I hadn't been expecting a comment like that would be the understatement of the year – in a year that had been full of them.
"I'm gathering you have got a reason for insulting me like that. Or are insults some weird reaper way of showing affection?"
He smiled. "It is hardly an insult when it is the truth. And you have had the answer to the question you fear to ask for some time now."
"You know, you're not making anything any clearer."
His amusement grew. "Why do you think you are pregnant?"
My eyebrows rose even as I wondered what the hell that had to do with anything. "I got pregnant because we had unprotected sex."
"Yes. And as I told you once before, a reaper can only ever have a child with his Caomh."
Caomh. The reaper term for life-mate. I could only stare as the word echoed around my brain, unimaginable and impossible.