your fault.” “I was never that arrogant. That’s a Van Holtz trait.” “Did you forget we’re waiting?” a voice yelled from the front door of their Manhattan apartment. “That’s because you don’t matter,” Dee-Ann retorted while getting to her feet and ignoring another glare from her mate. Growling a little, he went to walk their guests into the kitchen. Why, she didn’t know. They’d been here enough. They knew the layout of the apartment. Did they really have to keep all these airs and graces for a cat and a bear? Dee-Ann looked over and saw that her daughter had put out plates, napkins, and
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