“Haven, I must return to London.” “No.” She imagined neither man much liked agreeing with the other. She could not contain her groan of frustration. “Neither of you get a say in the decision.” “We have a deal, Sera,” Haven said. “And that deal does not include sallying off to London with some American.” “I’ll sally wherever and with whomever I like,” she retorted, suddenly incredibly irritated by everything. “You don’t own me.” “But he does,” Caleb said. She blinked. “I beg your pardon?” Haven was set back on his heels as well. “I beg your pardon?” Caleb’s gaze found hers, and she hated the
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