Flycatcher Downs [M] Was brushing her cat in her black limousine

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she is sure, and a bigger person than he — though to say he hated either of his ex-wives would be a lie. no doubt his love obsession for his first wife still lingered, as did a love for the woman before him.

and then there was the unabashed flirting and unexpected friendship with the freckled blackthorn taking up space in his mind.

a small breath is taken, tucking thoughts of her away to focus upon ash paw — ash, he reminded himself — which wasn't very hard considering.

the tug at his shoulder ignites his nerves, instinct screaming at him. his blood rushes in his ears and he surges forward to draw her into his embrace.

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ingram pulls away, the moral compass-less beast inside him sated. he is quiet, unsure if there was anything to say.