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"How do you expect us to just wander into the resort?" Neve sighed. Plaza del Amor was the go to Antivan getaway for lovers. The magister's new bride likely didn't know her new husband's reputation, but she had excellent taste in honeymoon locations. "We don't exactly fit their clientele."
"You say that, but I think we could pull it off." The Iron Bull reached down from behind her, wrapping the exhausted detective in his arms. "See, look in the mirror. You get a good nights sleep and get rid of those eye bags and I could pull it off."
It felt so oddly right, nestled against his chest. It would be nice, if it weren't just for the case. "I'm a detective, not an actor."
"I'm a good enough liar to compensate." He joked. "Easy when my would be wife is so cute." Neve couldn't help the tug on her lips, the ghost of a smile.