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“You look very handsome, Maegen,” Mikkel says, walking up to Stefan and unnecessarily straightening his tie. “Ready to be Grand Marshal of Nova Scotia’s first Pride parade?”
“I never thought I would be one of those people sitting on a float and waving.”
“At least you don’t have to sit on the float for your own fan club,” Dag glares at Mikkel, but there’s no heat.
“No, I’ll be filling in for Stefan,” Mikkel says with a grin.
“Why don’t you have a fan club, Mikkel?” Dag asks, wondering why he’s never thought of it before.
“Who says I don’t?”