Page 33 of Forged By Sacrifice

“I wish I’d videoed it. You totally looked wistful.”

“If I’m wistful, it’s because I missed out on sweaty, vacation sex. Truck would have done as nicely as Mac.”

Ava laughed. “I didn’t say you were wistful over Mac, but now you’ve proven it to me.”

I flushed. “Okay. It would have been nice to have sex with a ten.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I told you. I don’t want it to be awkward every time we’re all together.”

“I think it was more than that.”

“Nope. Just that.”

I could feel her eyes boring into me as I flipped through the magazine she’d tossed at me. I held up a picture of a cute guy in a tux. “Do you think you can find me one of these so I can have hot, wedding sex?”

“Think about what Mac will look like in a tux.”

Holy hell, that made my fingers completely stop flipping through the pages. Mac would be beyond stunning in a tux. So stunning it made it hard to believe, even in my imagination.

Ava laughed, and I knew my face probably revealed the shell-shocked feeling I had.

“Yes…yes, he would,” I breathed out.

“I need food.” Ava left to go find something to munch on. Probably crackers. Or Cheerios. That had been her food of choice yesterday.

My phone buzzed.

RAISA: Malik says he is coming with me in September. HELP!

ME: Malik just wants to come to the States, period.

RAISA: But I do not want to be his excuse. In addition, he has been acting very strangely.

ME: More strange than normal?

RAISA: He is moody and silent.

ME: And that’s different than normal, how?

RAISA: You will see when we meet up with you in New York.

ME: I won’t be in New York, remember.

RAISA: Maybe this is good. He will not want to go to D.C. He likes New York better.

ME: He already asked to come see me in Washington.

RAISA: You have been no help.

ME: I want to see you both. I miss you.

RAISA: Fine. But you get to deal with his moods.

ME: I can do that.

RAISA: Love you, moy dorogoy.

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