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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

sprawling York estate, he’d make sure his bedroom

Even his

might drop by now

been worried sick. Tyrone hadn’t come home all night, and now it was past noon

she was, checking on him, only to find a half–naked siren

kids; surely you don’t

wrinkles seemed to deepen with her frown. “You shameless creature, how could my son possibly be interested in you?” Quintessa zipped up her jacket, ‘Sorry to burst your bubble, but your son, he’s quite taken with me. If he weren’t so head over

accusatory finger, “Just wait until my son

chuckled, “Funny you should say that. As the

rarely entered,

slinging low around his waist, bare–chested in a way that screamed

thoughts of the previous night’s encounters. Her only thought was like, her son had been taken

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