Misha smiled but the beast inside her growled. The thought of Dante with another woman sent her hackles rising. She walked over and set two beers on the table, taking one for herself. If they didn't want one, more for her. Jaime set her on edge. Something made her want to stand in front of Dante and protect what was hers. She chided herself for her jealousy, putting a lid on her inner dialogue. "So how did you two meet," she asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.
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Kane sighed, "Why do you need to go there, and please, don't leave anything out."