Previously, in Stormbreak: Mac's been invited out by God, er, Ellen…

Mac stood outside the pilot's ready room, as instructed. He wore his suit, as instructed. It wasn't a bad suit, bought on sale at a Men's Warehouse store for $500, two-piece, in a somber gray suitable for both funerals and weddings. The suit was all-purpose and therefore all-weather, and not too comfortable at that particular moment. December got cold in northern Texas.

Xena's crotchety Jeep Cherokee drew up and parked across from Mac. He realized just then that he hadn't seen her around for hours. Had she taken a half day off?

Then her driver's door opened and Xena poured out of it in a languid stretch of legs that made Mac want to drool. Not just legs, but...

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