Kate tenses just a little. She's not ready to promise. She can't promise. Not until she knows she can keep it and this week, well. It's probably what this week has been about in some way.

"I like that," she teases instead. "You making me sound like the Godmother or something." But her hand slides beneath his shirt for the feel of skin and she's still molded to him like a wetsuit.

"What's been keeping you busy?"