"I want to stay here," she said quietly. He drew in a short breath, still full of adrenaline from the violence and still fuming because she was rejecting him. He looked into her eyes. "My parents want you to come home so that they can be near their first grandchild." Her eyebrows lifted. "That's a new angle," she said. "Pulling out all the stops, are you?" He glared at her. "Don't think I can't live without you, even if you are carrying my son." She shrugged, not letting her sorrow show. "I've never thought that, Tate," she said with forced cheer. "How could a mere woman compete with covert ops?"