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Soon after, he passed the road to Lotte and Joie’s house, and once he rounded the lake, he passed Makai and Emil’s place. The two men were on a walk, it seemed. They were ambling along their long driveway.
On a reflex, Mark lifted his hand in greeting, and blushed when he realized what he’d done and how stunned Emil looked. Shit. Why had he done that?
Sighing, he continued the drive toward town. He should apologize to Makai for what he’d done on his property. How nasty he’d sounded as he spewed hatred all over the place. Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to talk to the man who had done nothing to deserve his vitriol.
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Mark didn’t forget about Francis. How could he? But he knew he had to figure some things out in his head before he could use that number.