From The Grey House:
“Don’t scratch her back; she’s badly cut up.” Her hand was on the doorknob.
“And you’re leaving without my permission because?” He was looking at Natalia, who was still standing in her jeans and gauze shirt that covered her torso from breasts to hips. The look in her eye was entrancing him. He had to try hard to remember his purpose here.
Rebecca snorted again and stepped out of the room. “Because three’s a crowd.”
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