His lips are on mine again, and it effectively shuts down my brain.
"Let's go home," he says, pulling me away.
"One more thing."
"Yes?"
"If this worked out, I promised Walter we'd have him out for dinner. He wants the first ride from Dallas in the helicopter."
"You could have the president out for dinner if it means you’re moving in with me," he laughs.
"Thank God, because I wasn't looking forward to being homeless."