AN: I own nothing.

Thanks to everyone who enjoyed my first LoT story! You all encouraged me to keep writing this pairing.

This takes place when everyone's been working together for a while and they're all friends. It will be ~4 parts.

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"Don't say I never took you anywhere," Leonard told Sara with exaggerated enthusiasm, as security checked their fake licenses against a guest list.

"You're so good to me," she replied, overly sweet, for the benefit of said security. Len didn't bother hiding his amusement as he took their IDs back and pocketed them. ("I like to have my hands free at all times," Sara had told him earlier that day, by way of explaining why she wasn't bringing a clutch. Then she'd brought him down to the mat to stop whatever comment he'd been about to make in response – one of the perks of sparring with him.)

They ascended the front steps of the mansion that rose in front of them. In the winding driveway at their back, foreign cars were whisked away by eager valets; Len and Sara had been dropped off by a town car.

Staffers opened the front doors for them and they took a few steps inside before coming to a stop, trying to hide their surprise. They'd expected opulent, but the reality was beyond what either of them had imagined. They were standing on the white marble floor of a grand entryway that opened up into a sprawling main living room. A marble staircase curved up and out of sight onto the second floor with guards posted at the bottom, indicating it was off-limits. Dozens of guests were milling around as waiters crisscrossed the room with drinks and hors-d'oeuvres.

"There's a fountain," Sara whispered, inching forward and peering over the edge. "There are fish swimming in it!"

"Easily impressed, I see." Despite his supposed disinterest, he peered over her shoulder to watch them swim in circles.

"Yeah, I'm the only one who cares about the fish," she said wryly, as he sent her a sideways glance and refused to acknowledge her veiled accusation.

A young man appeared beside them and offered to take Leonard's suit jacket. Since it was a warm summer night, Leonard relinquished it without protest and accepted a coat check ticket in return. Sara took a moment to admire how he looked in his dress shirt and vest – classy yet casual. And much to her envy, comfortable. It was pretty unfair that he'd gotten dressed in four minutes and still looked more put-together than she did after an hour of work (though she might have Jax to thank – or blame – for that).

As if to prove her inner thoughts, another strand of hair fell into her eyes. She had it half-pinned back with small red flowers serving as decoration. She'd chosen them because they matched her dress, but she was already regretting it since they kept coming loose – and her hair along with them. Instead of trying to fix it, like she had numerous times in the car, she tucked the hair behind her ear. She was thisclose to ripping everything out completely, which was a shame because she really liked those flowers.

It was June 21, 2014, at the home of Greg Williams, an incredibly wealthy and prominent tech entrepreneur. Williams and his wife regularly threw lavish parties to impress their friends and business associates. His money didn't come from his investments, though, it came from a cleverly concealed decade-long system of money laundering which he ran for various criminal organizations (in return for a significant cut, of course). Several months from now, he would turn his interest to chemical weapons as an even better way to make money. He'd use his fortune to finance his newfound passion and the team he employed would develop a cheaper, much more devastating nerve gas than anything currently in existence. He'd then sell the plans to Savage, who would manufacture it and unleash devastation across much of Eastern Europe a few years down the road.

Since Williams came by his fortune illegally, Hunter's plan was to expose him to the authorities and get him arrested. In the current time (well, the time Hunter had taken them from), Williams was imprisoned and awaiting trial for his financial crimes, but Savage already had the plans for the nerve gas. If they could tip off the feds and get Williams locked up before he started his project, then nothing would exist for Savage to buy (and Gideon was almost certain that specific nerve gas would never be created).

Williams was crafty, and thanks to the wonders of knowing his future, they were aware that he didn't keep his real financial records anywhere that Gideon could access them. Like any good, paranoid criminal, he kept them in a ledger which the feds would later recover in their investigation – in his bedroom. All they had to do was find it and turn it over, causing Williams to get arrested slightly ahead of schedule, and the rest should work out on its own. In theory.

(Leonard had been in favor of taking Williams' money while they were at it – "These custom designer coats don't buy themselves," he'd reminded everyone, which strangely enough, swayed no one to his side.)

Mick had suggested using brute force to storm the house, but they were trying to stay low-key in order to affect the timeline as little as possible. Ray had insisted he could use his suit to sneak in and steal the ledger, until Gideon told them that Williams had cameras everywhere that were always monitored – including in his bedroom. ("Yeah, I'm sure that one's for security," Leonard had smirked.) Disabling all the cameras at once would definitely sound alarms.

When Gideon had informed them that Williams and his wife enjoyed an open marriage and regularly took other partners, they'd decided that was their best option. Williams threw plenty of parties, so they'd attend as guests and Sara would charm him enough to gain access to his bedroom. Slip him some drugs, disable the camera, find the ledger, and escape. It seemed simple enough…which meant it probably wouldn't be, at all.

Gideon had added their names to the guest list for Williams' next party (his assistant had woefully poor security on her laptop) and they'd walked through the front door without a hitch. Ray was their getaway driver and potential back-up, Hunter and Kendra were monitoring things from the ship, and the other three were off in 2014 checking out several businesses associated with Williams to cover all their bases.

"I could get used to this," Sara murmured, admiring the way light reflected off the crystals in the chandelier above them. The closest she'd come to this kind of wealth was dating Oliver and he hadn't been the type to shower her with gifts (nor had she wanted him to), but she had to admit… "Personal staff would be very convenient." Like a hair stylist, for example.

"I can take care of myself," Len told her, and of course he hated the idea of people waiting on him. "Besides, that kind of position is usually easy to infiltrate. I would know."

"Worked in a few wealthy households, have you?" she asked.

"'Work' is a relative term," he hedged. "I'd say my average length of employment was a week."

"That long?"

"Sometimes I stuck around to enjoy the finer things for a little while before stealing what I joined the staff to steal. Too bad Williams has strict hiring protocols and it wasn't an option this time around. Lucky for you, though, since you get to enjoy my company all night."

"Ah, yes. Lucky me. How do I get roped into these things, again?"

"You volunteered," he reminded her.

"I volunteered to save Kendra from having to spend the evening with you."

"Or is it that you didn't want to spend the evening without me?"

"Yeah, Leonard," she said, dryly. "You solved the mystery. I just can't tear myself away from you."

"Are you finally admitting it?"

"Is it too late to trade you for Ray?"

"That's what I said!" Ray exclaimed, voice crackling over the comms. He was parked down the road and he'd been protesting his role since the beginning. "I think I'd have been better suited to –"

"Simmer down, Raymond," Leonard cut him off. "We've got things under control. I doubt you could keep Sara reigned in like I can."

She spun on her heel to face him as Ray's voice echoed in their ears, wishing Leonard good luck after that remark.

Sara grabbed hold of his tie, as if interested in straightening it, and used their closeness to threaten, "I'm going to say this once – a successful mission might require both of us getting out of here, but it doesn't mean you have to be in one piece."

He searched for the reply that would irritate her the most. "I love it when you get all domineering," he said coolly, and when her eyes narrowed, he knew he'd made a good choice.

She adjusted the knot in his tie, making it a little too tight, and absently noted that it matched the red of her dress (his style was on point this evening, she'd give him that). "I could kill you with this."

He put his hands over hers – they both knew she wouldn't need the tie. "I'd put up a fight," he promised.

They stared at each other, neither flinching or backing down, and the odd intimacy of the moment caused Sara to end the standoff. "Forget it. You'd enjoy it too much."

He carefully pulled her hands away from the fabric. "If you were going to kill me, it wouldn't be that way."

"You're right. Why ruin a perfectly good tie?"

"If you did, you'd owe Palmer $300."

"You stole my tie?" Ray sounded completely unsurprised. "I'd ask when and how, but I probably don't want to know."

"Haven't you ever short-circuited a lock?" Leonard asked him. "Lucky for me, you're a heavy sleeper."

Sara shook her head slightly. "Half the things you say could come straight from interviews with serial killers. Boundaries, Leonard. Learn to follow them."

"I've never stolen from you," he swore, and thanks to the serial killer comment, he couldn't resist adding, "I only watch you sleep."

"If I ever wake up to find you staring at me –"

"I'm so glad we decided to send the two of you," Hunter interrupted over the comms, and even though it was only ten minutes into their evening, he was already frustrated. "This wasn't a mistake in any way."

"Aw, Hunter, I was looking forward to her finishing that threat." Leonard rather enjoyed the way Sara was glaring daggers at him.

"It ends with you not breathing."

"Not really my taste," Leonard told her, "but I'll try it if that's what you're into."

"Every time," Hunter was saying, mostly to himself. "Every time I think 'never again' and then you somehow end up together anyways."

"Hasn't everyone realized by now that it's an act?" Len asked their team. "Hostility is how Sara shows her affection."

"I'd push you into the fountain, except it'd probably help your case," she lamented.

"Wouldn't be fair to the fish, either."

She couldn't help her smile. The first part of what he'd said was definitely accurate. Their outward behavior was mostly an act and they could get along fine when they wanted. The simple truth was that they loved giving each other a hard time – which was exactly what he was doing now in front of their team. Still… "I don't think I'm that hostile. Am I?"

"You threaten him a lot," Kendra pointed out reluctantly, as if she felt she might be betraying her friend. "Like a lot."

"It's…I'm…that's to keep him in line."

"I think I get it," Ray chimed in. "It's the same as how kids are mean to each other when they secretly like each other."

Sara grit her teeth. "You're not helping, Ray."

"I wasn't trying to help," he sounded confused.

Leonard was looking annoyingly smug. "Face it, Lance. It's psychology 101."

She couldn't contain her exasperation. "Let's analyze you, then. You hit on me like twelve times a day and that's a low estimate. What does that say?"

"That's solely for your benefit. I have to give you something so you don't go crazy from longing."

"Longing? Yeah, longing to –" she cut herself off before she could make another threat.

Leonard's expression told her that he knew exactly what she'd wanted to say. "I'll be here when you've worked through your feelings."

She ignored that. "Know what, to prove you all wrong, from now on I'm only going to be nice." Wait, better not make promises she couldn't keep. "Maybe. Depending on how I feel."

Len smiled at her qualifiers, and when he spoke, his tone lacked its usual bite. "I never asked you to change, Lance. I happen to like you just the way you are."

She studied him for a moment, feeling an inexplicable warmth. She was so used to his sarcasm that when he said something serious, she never knew what to do with it. "Not fair, you just out-niced me in two seconds, like you always have to be better than I am."

"Only you would twist a compliment into me somehow trying to one-up you."

Hunter knew that if he didn't interrupt them, they'd go on forever; the two of them had a real ability to make him rethink his life choices. "Don't make me go back to when we first met and rework the timeline so that I can erase ever knowing – ow, Kendra!"

"Sorry guys," Kendra said. "Rest assured, we're not going to retroactively remove you from the team."

"Thanks, Kendra," Sara said, hoping their friend could hear the gratitude in her voice. She felt something brush her ear and touched it to find another one of the small flowers in her hair had come loose. She'd had it. She reached up, intending to take her hair down, when Leonard batted her hands away.

"Who helped you with this? Jax?"

"Well…"

"Seriously, Lance?" He replaced the flower that had fallen out. "I was kidding."

"I was rushed for time and he was the only one around." She'd done her make-up while Jax finished her hair, and though he'd done alright for someone with apparently zero experience, it hadn't held up over time. "Unfortunately, I didn't realize that the extent of his skill was hairspray. Lots and lots of hairspray."

"In that case, you're lucky you didn't go up in flames." He turned her so that he could fix the other flowers, tired of watching her struggle with them. "I guess he didn't understand they were supposed to be pinned into place. Not…shellacked."

It was such an accurate description of Jax's technique that she glanced back at him and he let go of her hair so he wouldn't pull on it. "He used four different kinds of product. I don't even know where he found them!"

"Palmer's room, no doubt."

"Hey," Ray interjected, "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

Len waved his hand in a circle, indicating that she needed to face forward. "They must have been good quality, at least, since your hair isn't completely ruined – despite Jax's admirable attempt."

"It seems suspiciously like you know what you're doing," Sara said, careful not to move again.

"I have a sister, remember? She sometimes enlisted my help for things like this." He must have thought about the picture that made. "Don't tell anyone that."

"We can hear you," Kendra supplied, cheerfully.

"Damn it. Foiled by the comms again," he muttered as he pinned the last flower into place and stepped back to admire his work.

Sara couldn't shake the image of a younger version of him helping his little sister; she sometimes wondered what direction his life would have gone if he'd had a halfway decent childhood. (Would he even be standing there with her?) "Thank you."

"Wow, have I earned a genuine 'thank you', free of sarcasm? Can you take it a step further and pretend to like me for the evening?"

"Going to need a few drinks for that," she lied, nimbly lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a passing waiter.

"Make sure to drink slowly. I don't need you all over me before we get what we came for."

She sipped the champagne to keep from laughing and glanced around, hoping to spot their mark, but Williams was nowhere to be seen. She did notice that they were earning a significant amount of curious and interested glances from other people in the room. It wasn't too surprising because (she had to admit) they made a striking couple. She was no stranger to attention, especially when she put as much effort into her appearance as she had that night, but there was something…off about the party. Or the guests.

Perhaps it had been too long since she'd been in a situation like this? They mostly found themselves in prisons or hospitals or industrial warehouses. Spending an evening with Len at a high-society party in a palatial mansion was pretty much the opposite of their last mission when she'd accidentally ended up in a shipping container on a barge that was headed for mainland China. She knew to trust her instincts, though, so she filed her concerns away to examine later, maybe talk to Len about once they'd settled in.

"I can't believe this place," he was saying, "I've only ever been in homes like this to pull off heists."

"Out of your comfort zone? Sorry that not every mission can take place in a dive bar, Leonard."

"Look at these people," he continued, disdainfully, "sipping cocktails and talking about their newest app ideas. Which one of our vacation homes should we winter at? Which boarding school is the best to get rid of our children?"

"You really don't like the rich, do you?"

"I'm not the biggest fan of polite society," he explained. "I've found that generally people like this have no idea how good they have it. And most of them are no better than your average criminal – they just have enough money to buy their way out of the crimes they commit."

"These people might be nothing like that, and even if they are, shouldn't you feel a kinship with them? What's the difference between robbing a bank and embezzling from your company?"

"The difference is I never claimed to be anything other than what I am. What you see is what you get."

"That is definitely not the truth," she countered. She'd learned pretty quickly that no one could judge him more harshly than he did himself.

He didn't feel like arguing the point with her, even though she was wrong. "While we're on the topic, I'd be having a lot more fun if –"

"No stealing," she warned, waving the champagne glass at him.

"What if you don't know about it?"

She made sure to keep her voice down, although there was no one nearby. "We can't risk getting thrown out before we find what we came for."

"You say that like you think there's any way I'd get caught," he said, dismissively.

"If you botch our entire plan before it begins, I might convince Hunter to leave you in 2014."

"Fine, I'll be on my best behavior, loathe though I am at the prospect." He took her glass to try the champagne. "Hmm. At least Greg Williams has taste." Off her look, he added, "I'm a connoisseur, Sara. Of many things."

She didn't miss the insinuation in his tone and arched a brow. "Is that right?"

"I'd happily give you a demonstration."

"I hate to interrupt your date," Hunter's voice came over the comms again, sounding extremely condescending, even for him, "but I think you're there for a reason other than to waste time…what is it again? Oh yes, find the ledger!"

Leonard and Sara exchanged a smirk. It was always fun to annoy Hunter, and the other man made it so easy, too.

They hadn't even moved beyond the entryway (alright, maybe their leader had a point about them wasting time) and Leonard had already realized that Sara was going to have to turn down a few guests on her way to finding Williams. He took a step closer to her, near enough that their clothing brushed, though he wasn't otherwise touching her. "I can't decide if I should start acting as the jealous husband yet."

"Why are we playing a couple again?" She'd been repeating the same question since they decided on their cover – married co-workers at a rising engineering firm that Williams wanted to do business with. "We didn't need the married part. Co-workers would have been fine."

"We could have been co-workers who are sleeping together, sure," he agreed, giving her back the drink he'd stolen.

"That's not what I meant."

"You know this cover made the most sense. What 'co-workers' attend a party together?"

She wordlessly gestured from him to herself and back again.

"You consider us co-workers?" He sounded horrified. "God, Lance, I was sure our relationship had more color than that."

"What you call 'color' normal people call 'harassment'." She finished the champagne and handed the empty glass to a waitress.

He lowered his voice. "Good thing we're not normal."

Well, that comeback wasn't fair. She couldn't argue with it at all.

"Besides, take a look around," he was saying. "We're in shark-infested waters."

"I know you're not implying that coming as a couple was to protect me. I have plenty of experience fending off unwanted suitors."

"Yes, you're a pro at that," he acknowledged, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "but remember, we don't need you killing or maiming any partygoers. The less attention we receive, the better. Though in that dress…good luck to us."

She tipped her head back. "Is that a sincere compliment, Leonard?"

He only laughed and turned them slightly so that he had a better view of the main room, using their conversation as a cover to surreptitiously surveil everything: memorizing the face of every person glancing their way, searching out the disguised security team among the guests, mapping the exits, and performing a dozen other calculations in his head about how to accomplish their objective and escape after it was over.

Sara had worked one-on-one with every member of their team and though it had pained her at first to admit it, she'd come to accept that she simply couldn't work with anyone else the same way she did with Len. She suspected it had to do with their lives before. They'd been doing this kind of thing for years: planning and executing (mostly illegal) operations under the most difficult situations imaginable. They both valued quick thinking and an ability to adapt at a moment's notice, even if that meant changing their plan in the middle of an operation, making one up as they went along, or ditching it entirely (to the perpetual aggravation of their teammates).

Sara also found that their operations together were usually pretty fun, even when things went wrong – hell, she might enjoy them more when things went wrong, and that probably said a lot about her. She appreciated Leonard's innate ability to solve the seemingly unsolvable. He had enough confidence to pull off crazy schemes no one else would attempt, things that caused even her to hesitate (and it took a lot to make her hesitate). More than once, he'd saved them at the last minute with a plan that never should have worked, but did anyways. (Like the time he'd gotten himself committed to help Kendra escape an asylum Savage had put her in, based only on his sketchy logic that "it's always easier to break out than in." And he'd been right.)

"While most people have glanced in our direction at least once," Leonard was telling her, "there are currently five men and two women who keep looking our way. Three of them are definitely security. Do you want me to tell you which ones they are?"

She heard the teasing in his voice; he knew very well that she'd already found them among the crowd. "I think I'll manage. And about the interest in us, does it seem a little over-the-top to you?"

She could tell he was torn between making a joke about who wouldn't want him versus revealing his actual concerns. He chose the latter. "It might be slightly more than normal."

"Do you think we're that suspicious?"

Before he could answer, a young woman walked over to them and asked for Sara's ID. She was dressed similar to the waiters and must have been another member of Williams' staff. Sara wondered if they'd run into a second layer of security, maybe one that scanned their licenses, or if she and Leonard had raised a red flag. If they'd gotten made this early, her pride was going to take a severe hit.

As Len handed over her fake license, Sara tried not to react to the change in him. Nothing was different on the surface, but he'd switched modes and was prepared to launch into a fight at any moment if things went wrong. Surely they had nothing to worry about; Gideon could probably make better IDs than the government.

"Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful evening," the girl said, smiling at them. She walked away and Sara almost called out to ask what she was doing when Len placed a hand on her arm. Instead of going off to scan her license like they'd feared, the girl dropped it into a box on a side table, then took the box with her out of the room.

Sara turned back to Leonard, hoping that didn't mean what she was 99% sure it meant. The fact that Williams and his wife had an open marriage, the amount of interest they'd been getting from other guests, and now having her ID taken?

From the growing smile on his face, she knew he'd come to the same conclusion.

"Are you kidding me?" she sighed.

He clapped his hands together. "We've stumbled across a swingers party, my dear."

"They're all swingers?" Ray's voice suddenly broke over the comms. "Are you sure?"

"What's the matter, Raymond?" Len asked. "Sorry you missed out on this?"

They could hear Ray sputtering in indignation. "I'm not usually one to judge, however, I do think that marriage – or commitment to someone – should necessitate that you demonstrate monogamy. To willingly take another partner during that time is an affront to –"

"Annnd you're putting us to sleep," Leonard interrupted his spiel. "I'm very sorry that you're not here to lecture everyone. That would have gone over well."

"I could totally handle it," Ray insisted, and silence followed that remark as the others said nothing. "Okay, maybe not."

"I wonder how long it's going to take until this party's in full swing?" Leonard asked, slyly.

"No one thinks you're funny," Sara told him.

"The others might," he protested, then threw his hands up when no one defended him. "It's called a sense of humor, people. I suggest you all go find one."

Sara gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. "Swing and a miss, Len."

He stared at her for far too long (she gathered he was kicking himself for missing out on yet another opportunity).

"Is this an undercover operation or open mic night at an amateur comedy club?" Ray asked, breaking up their stalemate. "Because I have to say, you two are terrible."

Sara paid no attention to their annoyed teammate, choosing instead to ask, "How did you miss what kind of party this was, Hunter?"

"There was no outward indication," Hunter insisted. "He throws plenty of normal parties. This was supposed to be another one!"

"Relax, I might have come across a few of these parties in my time," Leonard informed them, as Sara sent him a look that conveyed her utter lack of surprise. "The lottery is self-explanatory. The ones I've seen are meant to give everyone a chance at matching with someone else and you're not required to do anything with the person that you don't want to do. It's more to create opportunities. The rest of the time, you spend the evening…making friends that you can meet up with later, maybe gaining invitations to other parties. Of course, every party's different and this one might have other things going on that we're not aware of yet."

"Thank you for that educational rundown, Mr. Snart," Hunter said. "We're lucky to have your expertise in these matters."

"Always at your service," Leonard replied. "We'll have to blend in at this party a little differently than we planned. I propose we get friendlier with some of the guests."

"Friendlier?" Sara didn't like the sound of that.

"When in Rome –"

"This is not a field trip for you," she warned, pointing at him. "I don't want you…getting distracted."

"Is that the real reason?" he goaded. "Or are you afraid of someone stealing me away?"

"On second thought, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone took you off my hands."

"That hurts, Lance. It really does."

She smiled at him, as if completely innocent, and he wondered how difficult it was going to be to get through tonight. He could barely manage to keep his distance from her as it was – and this was him trying. As such, he pretty much knew that if they were actually together, he'd never be able to function with her at a party like this (he'd never bring her to a party like this). It was bad enough when he knew she'd have to seduce Williams and might get hit on by an occasional guest, but now that they knew the true purpose of the party, he was severely regretting their plan.

"Your first order of business is to get my ID back," Sara was telling him, "without being too conspicuous."

He wondered if that was code for 'don't seduce the pretty young staffer to retrieve it'. His next look at her merely said please. (He swore that she sometimes forgot the level of skill he possessed.)

When she remained in front of him, making no move to venture further into the party, he began to suspect there might be something wrong.

"Sara?"

She shook herself, realizing he'd reentered her personal space. He was doing that a lot lately (and not just tonight). "Nothing about this –" how best to describe it? "– bothers you?"

"I'm not bothered by much," he carefully avoided her question.

"Yeah, me either." Which meant her reservations were all the more troubling.

"If anything, this should make getting to Williams easier. Everyone here is too focused on one thing to be suspicious of us." He laced his fingers with hers and she wondered if he was trying to reassure her or just playing his part for those watching them. "Let people think you like them. You're good at that. So am I."

He was right, though she still felt ill at ease and she couldn't say exactly why. She didn't care what consenting adults did (more power to them if it made them happy), but knowing she'd have to play along, to a certain extent, made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was a hang-up left over from times she'd rather not think about, times in her past when she'd done things that left her feeling ashamed. At least the people here weren't technically cheating, which made it easier, but everyone at the party wanted to be there except her (and Len…well, maybe). To pretend she wanted to be part of it was going to take some superb acting on her part, and she was quickly finding that the whole idea was a surprisingly difficult mindset to get into.

He swung their still-linked hands, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from her.

"I'm good," she claimed. A couple hours of acting – she'd be fine.

He didn't believe her and he could tell she wasn't in a sharing mood. If he pushed, she'd shut down and they'd get nowhere. He decided to wait her out and get the answer later (he always did). He spun her away from him, in the general direction of the other guests. "I'll be back. Go find Williams. Or perhaps another lover?"

"As if anyone could compare to you, right?" She beat him to the punch.

"I think you're finally getting it," he said, and they grinned at each other until a high-pitched whine sounded over the comms and they flinched.

"Sorry guys," Ray said, disingenuously. "Did I accidentally cause some feedback while adjusting the frequency? My bad."

"We're eventually going to leave this party," Leonard warned, satisfied when the other man didn't respond. He waved Sara away as if he were a dutiful husband…sending her off to find them another couple to match with.

Oh yeah, this night was going to go well.

"Watch your back," he called after her.

"Thought that's what you were for," she threw over her shoulder, as they headed in opposite directions.

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