can improvise.”
Elena almost laughed.
“Don’t go too far.”
She handed him the allergy medicine.
“Just remember this.”
It was the first genuine joke they had shared in six years.
Meanwhile, Beatrice had to face a difficult truth of her own.
Being genetically related to the quadruplets did not entitle her to a relationship with them.
Alex refused to bend.
“If you ever meet them, it happens when Elena agrees and when the children are ready.”
Beatrice looked horrified.
“I’m their grandmother!”
Alex’s expression didn’t change.
“That’s biology.”
He paused.
