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“Babe, if those clodhoppers get any closer to my tools, you’ll be the next one in this pit,” Regina says, voice icy and venomous and not at all messing around.
“I know what I’m doing, Regina,” Cady says, rolling her eyes. She’s used to her wife’s “work tone”—its eerily similar to the one she used to use in high school. Good thing it doesn’t affect Cady anymore. “Your tools are safe. Except for that brush—did you even clean it?”
Regina’s open-mouthed gasp, framed perfectly by her sweaty bangs and magnifying attachments on her goggles, makes Cady want to kiss her all over, but now’s not the time—not with a find this good, and on their last dig before their honeymoon sabbatical. Before she can retort, Cady squeezes her arm, motioning towards the mummified remains below them, curled up side by side. “Look at them. They’re gorgeous.”
“And they know how to accessorize,” Regina says, motioning towards the decorated box between the bodies. “And shoes. They’re wearing shoes!” Regina’s voice is soft and awed, so different from the commanding voice she uses on their team. She turns to Cady, eyes glittering. “Can you imagine it? We don’t know anything about them yet. They’re just two people, buried side by side forever.”
Cady nods, emotion welling in her chest. She wraps an arm around her wife’s shoulders. “Maybe they were high school sweethearts,” she jokes.
“Or mortal enemies,” Regina fires back, kissing Cady’s cheek. “Everyone has to start somewhere.”