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It wasn't the question he'd expected. The woman's self-doubt was apparent to him, and Winterbourne's first instinct was to reach for that soft spot — to press until the blood welled and he could see what really lurked beneath it. But it was probably better to be polite, right?

Nope. Am I? A wry smile pulled faintly at his lips as he lifted his muzzle from the water. She was a pretty thing — a married thing, if the strength of male scent surrounding her was anything to go by. That was alright. He could play nice.