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“Do you think this is a good idea?”

His flashy grin to her low whisper says ‘when have my ideas never been good?’. Her eyebrow arches in a muscle-memory ‘really, a pissing contest, now?’.

A frisson of something like sexual energy zaps up her spine when his breath heats her neck. ‘Ready?’.

Arc of a flashlight, a rustling movement from the oily dark and they’re back on the job. As ever.