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*Olivia* I can’t, I absolutely can’t pretend such familiarity with this man. And I don’t believe for one second that he truly thinks a coach bearing the pack crest is his property. He is extremely skilled at unsettling me. Snatching up my ledger, I spin on my heel and walk to the other end of the table, where I set down the book that is certain to drive me insane before Hunter reaches his majority. The notion of thumbing my nose at etiquette and marrying posthaste is becoming more appealing by the moment. Needing to gather my wits about me before the next skirmish, I go to the sideboard and fill a plate with poached eggs, toast, and ham… even as I do so, I am disturbingly aware of Moondancer’s gaze following my movements. My stomach tightens into knots at the thought of spending my mo