Icene blinked, pulling the phone away from her ear to stare at it suspiciously for a few seconds. Had she really just heard that? "No Greg, I've never been married, and I'm not now either."
Adam pressed his face into the cushion behind Icene's head, his shoulders shaking. Yes, it was a laughing fit, but at least an entirely silent one."
Icene frowned at Adam, and the room temp dropped a couple of degrees more. She even poked him in the ribs for good measure. "And it's hardly surprising given the hours we work that we've not had time to talk, plus we're in different buildings most of the time."