"Well, that is because you're old," she said with a grin from over her counter. The sight of him, mostly uninjured and in her bed was so inviting, she could have crawled back in and slept all day. "And you're not used to jet-setting anymore. You're supposed to be at home, waiting for me, not the other way around."

Finishing her cup, she set it in the sink, then picked up her purse. "It would take very little to persuade me to stay here," she murmured as she leaned over to kiss him again. "Coffee's in the pot, key's on the nightstand, gotta go."