“I owe you.” “We’ll work out a payment schedule.” “Yeah, like I don’t know that currency.” He laughed, pulled her in for a kiss. “Which makes me the richest man in the world.” “You already are—pretty much.” “Not without you.” This time he kissed her forehead, tenderly. “Not any longer.” He meant it, she thought as she returned to her desk. And she understood the sentiment. Once, the badge had been enough for her. All for her. Not any longer.
