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“Hand me your phone.” “Excuse me?” “I’m erasing every other number. All you need is mine.” “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you do that!” I screech. Dmitri couldn’t possibly be less fazed. He doesn’t even do me the courtesy of responding as he plucks my phone out of my fingers and starts making good on his threat. If he weren’t such a freaking giant, I might be able to snatch it back. Unfortunately for me, he’s closer to seven feet tall than I am to 5’2”, so it’s a losing battle from the start. I give it three fierce hops before I decide to retain what little dignity I have left. Crossing my arms, I give him my nastiest scowl. “This is toxic,” I inform him. “This is for your own good,” he informs me right back. “In what way is isolating me from the world for MY own good?” “In the way that no one can hurt you if they cannot touch you or talk to you or find you without my permission, Wren.” With a sigh, he looks up at me. “Which of these numbers is so critical to your well-being, hm?” Shoot. He’s got me there. I’m not exactly a social butterfly on the best of days, and given everything that’s gone on since this baby found its way into my belly… “My, uh… dogwalker?” “You don’t have a dog.” “My dentist?” “Mine is better, and he makes house calls.” “My gynecologist!” I cry out, feeling for the briefest of moments like I finally have the upper hand here. “No freaking chance do you have one of those on call.” “No,” Dmitri growls, setting my phone down on the counter and advancing on me with a suddenly crackling aura of lust radiating from him. “I do not. But I put that baby in you myself. And if you want me to take a look between your legs, Wren… all you have to do is say ‘please.”