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He shot her a no shit look. “That’s what you hired me for.”

“Brains, brawn, and a nice set of balls. The trifecta.”

Reaper closed his eyes and pulled a breath in through his nostrils. When he opened them, he asked, “What’s the longest relationship you’ve been in?”

“I haven’t been in any real relationship. Have you met my father?”

“You’re thirty-one, Vi.”

She clicked her tongue. “Tell him that.”

“You just said I have brains. That means I’m not dumb. He’s your father, you tell him.”

“I’d rather just avoid that whole conversation. He’s not a reasonable man.”

“Apparently, he passed that gene on.”

“Good thing I like you, Clay Calvin Wyatt.”

How the fuck did she remember his middle name? Yes, it had been on his paperwork but did she have a photographic memory?

Holy shit. If so, that was scary.

“Good thing I like you, Violet…” He had no idea what her middle name was or even if she had one.

“DeeJay.”

“DJ Dougherty.” His chin jerked back and he glanced over at her. “DJ?”

“Believe it or not, Diesel Junior. But it’s spelled D-E-E-capital J-A-Y.” Vi rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “He didn’t want kids, but got them anyhow. Worse, he’s an alpha male who, if he had to have kids, wanted boys. Fate laughed, kicked him in the nuts, and gave him three girls. He ended up treating us like sons instead of daughters.”

Reaper snorted. “Was your middle name his way to protest?”

“It was a way to put his stamp on his offspring. Or at least the first one. He’s super possessive and protective.”

“No shit. I’ve met him. But for not wanting kids, he sure acts like you women are his world.”

“We are. He’s been crowned the King of Assholes but when it comes to the women in his family, including my mother, he’s a big ol’ cinnamon roll. Crusty on the outside but warm and gooey once you skin him.”

“You have a warped sense of humor.”

“Actually, I was being serious.”

Sure she was. “Did they not hear of birth control?”

“It either failed or they screwed up.” Vi shrugged. “Or both.”

“All three times?”

“My mother made sure after Scarlet, there wasn’t a fourth, since my father made big babies. Once we were born, he was so damn protective, he hardly let her nurse us! He hauled us around everywhere with him like we were accessories.”

“Are you saying that he didn’t even want your mother holding you?”

“Nobody.”