"Mulder signed the registration card with a scrawl and stabbed the pen back in its cradle. 'You hear that, honey? Coffee, soda, and free breakfast, all yours for the asking.'

Smiling, Mitsi turned away to process his credit card. Standing close beside him, Scully sighed and eased her weight from one foot to the other. 'I can't believe I let you talk me into this,' she whispered.

He grinned impishly as he squeezed her hand. 'I can't believe you're still complaining about it.'"

 


 

 

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