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"I'm so excited."
Emerson looked up with a frown before straightening up. "Mallory..."
"Spoken like a true angel," she said with a nod, kissing his jaw quickly.
"We have a night, after all, right?"
He laughed slightly, although there was tension in his shoulders from her comment. "You're welcome, Mallory."
"I'm well aware," she replied playfully, slipping off him and lying down next to him, her head in the curve of his neck. "But that's even worse....
"I suppose I'll manage."
"Yes. It's a shame that not everyone gets to hear it. I understand that it isn't something you can do, but it is regretable."
"Well, it is," she replied smartly, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "I really shouldn't be the one having to tell you this."
"That's so sad."
"I see," he said with a small nod, tipping his head back. "You have a nice voice, Mallory."
She eyed him with a frown, rolling her eyes. "No. Like last night. That kind of thing."
"I know I would win too. Why don't you want to race?"
"Why don't you plant it back at base?"
"No," she agreed, kissing his nose. "But the things we do are sinful."
"You're just scared I'd win."
"I'm a little confused as to where we find it?"
"Well, you're with me, for one."
"I'll race you there."
He squinted at her for a moment, as if considering her. Something relented in him, though, and he sighed. "Either one is fine."
