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Scott’s single brow flickered upward. Completely unamused by her dog jokes. “Careful,” He took a step forward. “or I will be tearing off his prized bone. I just want back the watch.”
“Ouch, way to break the kids heart. A watch hmm? Need it to know what time you should trot home so you can stick your head out the car window? She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Heres the deal. I can help you, on one condition.”














