Kiley's brows drew together in confusion for a moment before she realized what Chase was getting out. She barked out a quick laugh. "Pam? That's never going to happen. Unless she wants to hump her husband shaped pillow. I was just kidding, anyway. If we needed a dog sitter for real, we'd just ask Lennon or Tobias, right? Probably Lennon."
It was a little depressing to think about still being there when the weather got warm again, but Kiley supposed she had already sort of resigned herself to the fact that she probably wasn't going home anytime soon. At this point... did she really even want to? "That sounds nice," she murmured, a small smile curving at her lips. "You're so fucking handy. It's actually more of a turn on then I expected it to be. You should teach me how to make things so I'm not completely useless."