She was slower in opening her eyes, a sigh escaping when he kissed the tip of her nose, the gesture always one of the most romantic to her. "Yeah," she agreed softly, glancing down to watch his hand move over her leg, the goosebumps following involuntarily. "It's really good to be home with my boys."
Lindsey's assessment of his own work situation had her laughing, an open palm playfully smacking him in the arm. "You will do no such thing," she shot back, the same hand poking a finger into his chest. A moment of consideration and an impish smirk followed, her demeanor shifting. Plotting. Strictly hypothetically, of course.