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“Hi, honey. Look who else decided to come along with Lesia?”
Manny just about swallowed his tongue. Their plan had included a dinner with the woman who had betrayed Mila’s—no, she was back to being Alisa for one more night—Alisa’s trust.
Just her.
Instead, the two women were followed closely by a man in full military uniform who wore the one star and no red stripes insignia of a major general of the Russian Federation.
“This is Lesia. Who I told you so much about,” Alisa was being a bubbly blond that he barely recognized, the party-girl facade worn by the Grand Duchess of sheer balls—bringing a major general to dinner. She turned to her former friend, a very attractive brunette. “And this is Manny. Isn’t he just the cutest?”
That was a new one, but Manny wasn’t going to argue.
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