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“And who are you, exactly? You’re certainly not Liam’s-“
“This is Amy Crawford,” Ryan cut her off, voice hardening as he extricated his hand from her grip. “My wife... and Liam’s mother.”
His emphasis on those two words hung in the air, seeming to render Presley momentarily stupefied. A few wandering glances from nearby parents indicated they hadn’t missed the intent either.
Presley regained her composure with an airy chuckle. “Oh, come now, Ryan. You know I was just-“
“Mrs. Knight,” I interjected with a polite tilt of my chin. “For you, it’s Mr. Crawford. Since we’ve got that cleared up, your husband is right over there chatting with his pretty secretary, Tina.” I nodded toward the striking
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