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"You two." Haley grins, glancing between them. "Whoever wins gets to make out with me. Now that's a prize."
The words are out of Emily's mouth before her brain catches up. "Yeah. What your wife said," she hears herself. "Making out. For, you know. However long it takes."
Haley makes a face. "Okay, hold on. There's a time limit. Let's just... calm your horses."
"Right. A time limit," Emily mutters, feeling her face go hot. She stares at a spot on the carpet. "How would I know? What kind of prize is bound by a time limit?"
Haley tucks a glossy swatch of blonde behind her ear. "The kind with zero 'do not touch' zones. That kind."
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the one where emily already has to deal with her lifelong crush on hotch, and now she also has his pregnant wife’s hormonal crush on her stacked on top of it.