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After the Sharktopus nonsense, Mac decides she's going to rest for a few days. She has a severely sprained ankle that really limits her ability to walk and sand is out of the question unless she wants to just make it worse. While it's frustrating to her, she doesn't mind being in the house for a few days and spending some time just reading books and keeping her own company, which she doesn't particularly mind.

She does, however, miss Jackson and hopes he'll be by to check on her and her stupid injury. She hears a knock at her cottage door and calls out so she doesn't have to get up.

"It's open! I'm in bed." Bed is the most comfortable place to lay around with books, after all, and Mac pushes her reading glasses up on her nose and squints at the tiny print.

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[allfleshandblood]

"You do a lot of things like a whore, darlin'," he teases, grinning, bending his head to kiss her. "And you are more than keepin' me satisfied."

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"But I can be a perfect lady if I want to," Mac reminds him. "You know, in spite of all the appearances, I'm actually pretty wealthy. I'm not titled or anything but my parents were diplomats and I don't exactly get paid a small amount to run News Night. It's nice, though, because this place doesn't care about that. Money doesn't matter at all. It's just interpersonal relationships that matter. It's almost a utopian society, if you squint."

[allfleshandblood]

"If I squint," he echoes, mulling that over. The ring that he's wearing catches the light as he plays with her hair. "Well, I ain't got two pennies to rub together, lately, so you've got that up on me, at least."