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Kira entered her apartment in a daze. She walked into the living room to find Jeff sitting on the couch, fiddling with his phone while Rob sat at his regular seat behind his laptop at the dining-room table. Both men looked over at her with expressions of relief as she entered the room.
“Hi,” Jeff said, standing to greet her. “I know it’s a bit early, but I thought I would come over and see if you’d come up with anything new.”
“I told him you’d run off somewhere,” Rob said in an accusing tone. “You didn’t even say where you were going.”
Kira rolled her eyes. “You were in the shower when I left. I know what goes on in there. Did you really want me to interrupt your morning pipe cleaning session?” She shuddered, remembering the last time she had walked in on him to tell him something.
