Counterbalance
"I'm sorry if I misspoke. I suspect she's going to try to get my son back."
"Eh, let her try." Which, apparently, the model was already attempting. Plastered to Xavier in the middle of the room, she walked her fingers up his chest. Xavier, jaw tight, stared balefully at her. A couple feet away, the photographer snapped shots. "Crap. I'll be right back."
Peyton made her way over and hooked her arm through the photographers'. "James, you talented devil. You're doing a wonderful job."
"Thanks, Miss Smoke." His ruddy cheeks blushed. He was a good foot shorter than her and had two strips of gray hair over his temples. The rest of his head was bald. "I was thankful for the opportunity to come back
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