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christening, but she'd held firm since almost
everything had been done.
    “Rone and Rese have to be at the
christening, do you have someone else covering security?”
    “Yes, Cameron will be in charge.”
    Her eyes widened. “Cameron’s not going to be
at the christening?”
    Silas met her gaze and responded slowly.
“No. Should he be?”
    Jasmine’s heart plummeted. He still didn’t
get it. This was a family event. A time when everyone came together
to celebrate the newest family members. Cameron was like a son to
Silas and in a roundabout way, the catalyst for Jasmine and Silas
coming together.
    “Yes. He should be there.”
    He stared into her eyes a moment longer.
“Okay,” he said softly. “He’ll be there. I’ll put someone else on
security. Tonight, give me the exact date your mother arrives and
I’ll make sure I’m here to greet her and your sister. Whatever you
need to make this a good event, you got it.” He squeezed her hand
and placed a kiss on her forehead.
    He had used his 'I want you' voice, which
always turned her to mush. The man still revved her engines when he
looked at her with that gleam in his eyes. “I just need you.” She
leaned into him.
    He held her tight. “You have me and
everything that goes along with me.” He brushed his lips against
hers, she grabbed his head and deepened the kiss. He tasted like
sunshine and coffee, sweet and decadent.
    “Mmmm, I love the way you taste.” She
breathed deeply as they stepped apart. “You smell so good,
too.”
    He smacked her on her rear cheeks. “Your
special scent keeps me grounded and your taste is my morning meal
and midnight snack. Now stop distracting me, I’ve got to get to
work. See you later, sweet bitch.”
    Feeling better about the upcoming event, she
patted him on the ass and turned in the opposite direction toward
the elevator. “Okay, wolfie, it’s a date.” She watched the smile
cross his face and then disappear. No doubt his mind was on the
next fire he needed to put out. At least there hadn’t been any more
bombs or kidnappings recently. While waiting for the elevator, she
released her breath. That week had been a living nightmare. Her
doctor had no idea the types of challenges she had experienced
after the birth of her babies. It was a miracle the depression was
the only thing she'd fallen prey to.
    The elevator doors opened and she stepped
inside. Rose worried over Tyrone’s obsession to take the shot to
level the field with Tyrese. Much of the twins' identities were
locked within each other. Rose had tried to talk him out of it, but
he claimed his connection with Tyrese was off balance and the shot
would fix it. Her daughter-in-law had asked her to keep quiet over
her concerns. It had been hard. Seeing her sons in the lab earlier,
she was certain they were there to get the drug. When the elevator
stopped, she headed toward Rose’s office.
    One thing for sure, if anything went wrong
with the injection, Rose would know immediately through the
connection. Since Jasmine couldn’t sit with Tyrone to make sure he
was okay, she’d do the next best thing.
    She noticed something was wrong the moment
she stepped inside the dimmed office. “Honey, you feeling okay?”
she asked Rose as she stepped inside.
    Slumped in her large leather chair with her
fingertips pressed to her forehead, Rose groaned an unintelligible
response. Thick black hair was pulled from her face with a white
headband. Her normally dusky complexion appeared two shades
lighter, and her pinched lips were pale.
    “Not really. I think Rese is blunting it,
but some of it is seeping through.” She pushed back, grabbed the
trashcan and pulled it up to her face. Jasmine rushed to the small
mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of water so Rose could rinse
out her mouth when she finished vomiting.
    “Oh my…” Rose panted. Beads of perspiration
dotted her forehead as her small hand opened and closed
spasmodically.
    Jasmine placed the bottle of water on