Two children at once! That was unusual, but he supposed the Carringtons were prone to that. How many twin brothers were in that family? Two? Five? Too many; that much he knew. Perhaps it would speak even more strongly to his supposed virility.

At her protest, Zechariah’s brows chased his hairline.

“Please me,” he repeated, deadpan. “You? Think to please me?” He let out a derisive chuckle and shook his head. “Wait long enough for me to dress up you stealing my life, telling my entire family I finally met someone, and now you are here again, what? Because you have decided you no longer want to marry me … and that has something to do with pleasing me?”

He let out a huff of a laugh, but his gaze scorched.

“Yes, Sonia,” he ‘agreed,’ dripping with sarcasm. “All I have ever wanted in my life is someone to continuously tell me what I want – and even better! Keep changing her mind about what that is after the fact.”

He leaned back in his seat and then swung his feet onto the desk.

“So, it looks like I fathered twins,” he announced with an unamused smile. “We can name one each.”