Addison lay on her side, not daring to move. This topped the list of the dangerous things she’d done and she still didn’t know why she was doing it! Myers said it was for Jacob. That must have been the reason. After he was born… I won’t be
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Confusion consumed Addison’s ire. She hugged the sheet close and glanced around. Either someone had replaced the carved maple furniture of her room with dark, angular decor, or Myers spoke the truth. Addison was in his quarters—in his bed—and completely starkers. As was he. The dim light showed the muscle
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Shane hesitated outside the door to his quarters. He almost didn’t want to go inside. He’d know instantly if the experiment had worked. If it hadn’t…
Pushing the disturbing thought aside, Shane unlocked the door and strode inside. Nothing attacked him, so there was hope for success.
Padding quietly in stocking feet, he checked each room of
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Addison was ready to explode. Everything Myers was doing, from his tone of voice to the manipulation of that bloody button, shredded her waning self-control. One hand gripped the edge of the couch, and she squeezed her legs together to keep from jumping into Myers’ lap. A somersault or kick from her unborn son
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Editor’s note: This post is much longer than usual, and bounces between Addison’s and Shane’s POVs several times. Does this work for you? Is it confusing? Annoying? Please let us know with a comment. Thanks!
Addison’s eyes widened as she tried to formulate a reply. There is no bleeding
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He’s right, Addison grudgingly admitted to herself. Thanks to her desire to rub his nose in things, Myers not only knew about the child but had forged a bond with the baby.
Addison felt her son stir as if he knew that he was near his… father. She still wrestled with the concept.
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Shane gulped. He’d unwittingly attacked a little girl. He couldn’t sense Ashley’s or Harris’ emotions, but he didn’t need to. Their expressions conveyed them plainly.
He forced himself to say something to the girl, who looked much like a miniature version of Harris. “I’m not… I’d never, ever hurt your brother. And I don’t
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