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Chapter 73

Quintessa dressed at a leisurely pace, unfazed by Mrs. York’s presence in the room.

She wouldn’t be embarrassed even if it were her son standing there – modesty wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

But Ms. York was another story. The mention of her son sent her into a tizzy. “Nonsense, my son would never allow strangers in his

home

a private man. Even in the sprawling York estate,

Even his

a fortress – his mother might drop by now and then, but friends? Never. His sanctuary remained

home all night, and now it was past noon with no answer

to find a half–naked siren in his

jeans, taunting, “Auntie, you’re Tyrone’s mom, right? You’ve had kids; surely you don’t think I’m here just for a glass of

creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble,

an accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son deals with

“Funny you should say that. As the ‘siren, I’ve already ensnared your son.”

stormed toward the bedroom – a place she rarely entered, and upon getting in

blanket slinging low around his

mind raced with scandalous thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was

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