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Natasha raises an eyebrow, taking a deep sip from her drink. She’s known far too much to accept coincidence, and it’s a little too much that the woman who stands before her occupies her precious cover.
Yet once look into Darcy’s eyes, and she knows that for now, the other woman has no idea who she really is. Good. She flashes a smile, tipping her glass once more. “Cheers. To unwinding, or tiring of redheads? Because I feel as though I should be offended by the latter.”
Darcy laughed. “Definitely to unwinding. Tony’s issues are his alone until they cause something to blow up. I just don’t have a brain-to-mouth filter, so I sound much more offensive than I am.”
She grinned, taking a sip of her wine. “So, just moved in, huh? How ya liking the building so far? Please don’t tell me you ran into the creepy old dude down the hall. Avoid him like the plague, the creeper. I swear every time I walk by his door I grab my Taser.”
Natasha smiles, tilting her glass at Darcy once more. “Now that, I’ll drink to,” she responds, taking another, slower sip.
“Good building,” she shrugs, before groaning aloud. “Passed him on the way up. He muttered something about ten years younger, then made a grab for my ass… won’t be doing that again.” Okay, so she’d shed cover just long enough to demonstrate to the man just why so much as touching her was a bad move, but if she’ll be living here for a while, it’s worth it.
“Taser? Now I’m jealous. What model?’
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