He grinned. “It’s your space.”
Alison’s eyes widened as she took in the implications of his statement. “What are you talking about? How is that possible?”
He shrugged. “Oh, you know. Called in a few favors. Pulled a few all-nighters. Or, you know. Seven. And it’s just the basics. There’s still a lot of work to be done.”
“It’s amazing. You’re amazing. Oh, Troy, God…I love you!”
He reached out and wiped away the tears that were falling down her face again, then leaned down and kissed her gently.
She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his ear. “Take me home, Troy. Let’s go home.”
He pulled her tight against him. “Damn, I like the sound of that. Home.”