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Ah, his attitude hasn't changed one bit. She supposes that is to be expected; what force of nature could tame this man? Addison takes his abuse with practiced patience, her face impassive as she nods along with his self-important speech. Then a question comes.

To hell and back, she says cryptically, mouth faintly wry. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  But I am here. She will offer no more unless pressed. He does not need to know the gory details, though perhaps he'd like to.

Instead, she blinks back at him. The mating season is upon us, she comments idly. Which woman has stolen your gaze, Harrison? She craves, almost as much as her own children, nieces and nephews to dote upon. Even if they are the spawn of this devil.