“It’s an easy drive from your place—” “Our,” I corrected him, joy flooding me at saying it aloud. “Our place,” he agreed easily. The wattage on his grin notched higher. “It’s an easy drive from our place. Like thirty-five minutes. I already test-drove it. God, I love saying ‘our place.’” “I love hearing you say it.” I wondered when I’d become such a sap, but I couldn’t seem to help it either. He had that effect on me.
