Annja was hard-pressed to keep up with the woman as they strode down the long, narrow tunnel. “Private route to the parking garage.” Fiona had her hands in her jacket and her eyes fixed straight ahead. “That’s one of the reasons to own the building.” “It wasn’t just the office space?” Fiona laughed in delight. “Don’t make me laugh. I’d rather not like you.” “Why?” “Because you’re with Roux.” Annja thought about that for only a moment before the ramifications of that declaration set in. “Eww!” She looked at the older woman. “When you say with, are you talking about—” She couldn’t go on. “Sleeping with him?” Fiona’s eyebrows arched. “Of course. What else would I be talking about?” Annja cringed. Her response obviously puzzled the other woman. “Do you mean to say you’re not?” “No! Pigs will fly before that happens. On second thought, there will be flying pigs and it still won’t happen.” Fiona chuckled. “I have to beg your pardon.
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