She rolled her eyes at his smirk and gave him a light nudge. “I barely got you out the back door before they came inside we’d lost track of time.” And that was putting it mildly to say the least. But she wouldn’t trade that afternoon for anything. It was a fond memory. Licking her bottom lip she hoped this wasn’t going to turn into one of those moments from the movies where the guy brought up a really nice memory and then just went “psych I’ll catch you later” and leave. She’d be pissed.