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Dead To Me: Conor told me you’re down.

Lodestar: Jesus, are you two talking about me behind my back?

Dead To Me: Nah. I told him to give you hot chocolate in the morning instead of coffee. I think he thought I’d have another top tip on all things Star.

Lodestar: What did you tell him?

Dead To Me: To get creative in the sack.

Lodestar: LOL.

Dead To Me: Did it work?

Lodestar: Conor’s always creative.

Dead To Me: Lucky bitch. Those pilots were a dead end.

Lodestar: Shame.

Dead To Me: More interested in me than in each other. *pouts*

Lodestar: *rolls eyes*

Lodestar: Go back to your stuffing, Cin.

Dead To Me: I will.

Lodestar: And don’t kill anyone I wouldn’t.

Dead To Me: ;)

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CONOR

“Where are you taking me?”

When she laughed, relief filled me.

It was genuine this time. Happy. Free from the sorrow of grief that had plagued her since our return flight to the US.

Not even vetting Anton’s list of officers for the Interpol department or getting some tossed off the team had cheered her up.

I’d known I had to do something when hot chocolate hadn’t worked and neither had us cracking Muñoz's phone with Maverick’s worm and shooting over the first few clusters of file drops to the new Interpol department.

'Doing something' had involved asking Dead To Me for advice. I'd made several mental notes not to do so in the future.

Still, I'd come up with the idea of another date night and had been happy when she'd grown excited by the notion and had offered to organize it.

“You know full well where we’re heading,” she teased.

“I mean, I can read the road signs like anyone but I’m not sure why we’re heading to the New York Saturns’ stadium.”

“Because there’s a game tonight.”

“Why didn’t we bring Katina?”

“It’s a school night.”

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