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His tongue smoothed across a tooth as he laughed. Arlette had a pregnancy craving, it seemed, and had sent her husband out on the equivalent task of providing something akin to pickles and chips, with a side of cheese—and Arric was playing the role of good husband. Who was he to say no to such a request? And so he trailed after the larger man, nose down, tracing the path of the yearling stag. “Plan?”