"Travel. I go home for as long as I can stand it, about eight days. I've been to Europe and Cuba and Mexico-"
"Enough, enough," Mandy said, cutting him off. "Have you really saved most of your paychecks then?"
"Yes. I take one vacation a summer. I've been playing in the NHL for 9 years, six of them were over a million dollars. That's nine vacations max. In my younger days I spent a lot of money on crap. This is the first time I've owned a house."
"It's a very nice house. I look forward to living there."
He grinned. "Thanks. You'll come in and redecorate the entire place I'm sure. Take over the bathroom."
"Hey I would never-"
He cut her off with a kiss. "I'm joking. I can't wait until you come in and make your mark on my house, like you have on my life." He made a face. "That came out way cornier than it sounded in my head."
Mandy hugged him. "I love it. I love you." She moved into kiss him and found a yawn over running her again. "We'll get your truck tomorrow. Maybe take a few things to your place, small things. Cole was most worried about his toys."
Kip laughed. "I'm going to have to finish the basement now so that he can have a playroom."
Mandy felt her heart swoon again. "Stop being so fucking wonderful. I can't take anymore."
"You'll just have to figure out how to darling. I, like Jack Nicholson, want to be a better man for you."
"I don't think Jack Nicholson wants me."
"It's from his movie," he snapped his fingers, "As Good as It Gets."
"Right."
"Shut up and cuddle me so I can sleep. It's been crappy since you left."
Mandy snuggled in his arms. "Good night."