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‘General Sheppard, could you please let go of my leg.’ Harriet sighed in resignation. She admitted defeat. Aside from Dylan’s higher military rank, her strength couldn’t hold a candle to his. If Dylan chose to fight, she had no chance of escape. Dylan’s gaze swept over Harriet’s visage. She dared not voice her irritation. It was the first time he had witnessed Harriet so visibly agitated due to his flirtations with another woman. Who was this woman to Harriet? Dylan’s mind raced as he slowly released his hold on Harriet’s calf. ‘I’m still waiting,’ he said, his words measured. Harriet seethed with anger, her breath heavy. Dylan had done this intentionally. He seemed determined to watch her frustration bubble over. Well, if that’s what amused him, so be it. ‘Good morning, Major General Sheppard,’ Harriet said through gritted teeth, offering a stiff salute. ‘Barely a pass, but I’ll give you that,’ Dylan responded with a hint of amusement in his voice. Harriet rolled her eyes. Callie, who