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Heda offered an apology, then a clarification. He nodded his understanding, brow furrowing a little as he wondered whether that was even a possibility. Could someone invite themselves along? What if their mutual friend, Veteran, asked to accompany them?

We could, he said without thinking, tell everyone we’re mates and going traveling for our honeymoon.

Caracal stiffened the instant the words left his mouth. Why had he gone and said that? Until this very moment, the thought of being with Heda in that way had never even crossed his mind. She wasn’t really his usual type, which apparently included older medicine women and other young men.

His stomach clenched and he breathed in and out, not really sure he wanted to know how Heda might react to this absurd notion. Even intended as fiction, it was still entirely out of left field and the only one who might be cool with it was Caracal’s internal homophobe.