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“I get the feeling you’re not selling cookies."
“God.” Tony laughed and ran a hand over his face, thrown by the information. Sighing, he nodded at his phone, “Well, we’ll figure out who tanked your house, anyway."
She poked his stomach. “But not tonight.” She sat up, careful not to hit him and padded over to pour herself a glass of wine.
"Right.” Tony drained his glass and looked over the back of the couch at her. “Bring the bottle with you."
She got her glass and sauntered back over to the couch, sitting down, then offered the bottle to him. "Here you are.” She took a sip and sighed.
