“Does the bank have a back-up generator?”
“A battery alarm system takes over in the vault,” he explained, “but if you’re wondering about the heat and lights…”
Roxanne shuddered. “I get the picture. Hot cash; frozen people.”
Leaning forward, his hands cupped her face and his voice teased. “Don’t worry, honey, I can think of all sorts of ways to warm your assets.”
“Oh, you bankers, always ready to make a deposit,” she cooed, then gave a yelp as she was yanked against his frame and held prisoner by his arms.
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