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“That son-of-a—-,” Paige growled. The two had an encounter earlier, and it wasn’t pretty.

Owen gently took her hand and brought her out from behind the tree. He was smiling, just a smidge, but it was beautiful. “I’m not sure a tree could answer that, but I will,” he spoke quietly. “I would love to.”