Ugh, why did Macnair have to sound so miserable about it? Ford would have been back through the door into the ballroom before Macnair had even finished his sentence if it wasn't for his tone. As it was he'd pushed off from the wall and taken half a step to increase the distance between them before hesitating, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit jacket.

It wasn't as though he could do anything to help. Even if Macnair meant it, even if they felt (roughly) the same way, what was he supposed to do next? What did that mean, when Macnair's wedding invitation was still sitting in Ford's parlor?

"Where are you going on your honeymoon?" Ford asked abruptly.

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