His jaw ticked. “Don’t change the subject. You keep bragging about your happy marriage. Why isn’t your mate here?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I wouldn’t be here if this didn’t inconvenience me,” he said flatly. “You’re the mother of my children, how will I explain to them if you suddenly die? The doctor said you need long-term care, and I want to know if you have that. If your mate can’t take care of you–”
“Then what?” she cut in. “You will? Should I move into your house so we can reenact our little love triangle?”
“Why are you mad at me? I’m the one here taking care of you. After everything you’ve been through since you came back, I haven’t seen your mate anywhere, supporting you. Shouldn’t you be a little grateful?”
If Cynthia didn’t feel lightheaded, she would hav
