Pete liked the sound of that. The idea of living each day as they came and bearing no fears of what might never happen sounded right to him.
Words couldn't describe how happy he was to hear that. He was happier than he had ever been, even more than he had been when he sealed his first deal at the age of seventeen.
Elated, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Let me make it up to you," he said. "Dinner at my place on Friday." He pelted her cheek again with a quick kiss, but dinner at his place had her interest more piqued than his kisses.
"Dinner? At your place?"
"Yes." He nodded. "Just before the kids come over for their little get together or whatever it is they've got planned to keep us on our toes and running after them." He dropped a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, and then her neck. Lina giggled. She liked the feel of it. It was distractive.
