My poker face slips for a second, then it rips off completely. I laugh till my sides hurt and across from me Erik is doing the same. Damn, Raina! You know just what to say!
Now that I'm not acting like a jealous idiot, I notice more than the resemblance. He's hard and lean, the body of a warrior, and the face is the same, giving nothing away. A good man to have at your back.
I extend a hand and he takes it with a tight smile. "Nick," he says. "Glad to meet you. Any friend of my sister, and so on." He's got a warrior's grip, too; those calluses are from sword work, or I'm a novice.
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