“I’ll buy you a house in Hidden Hills or Calabasas with a big yard and a swimming pool and hills and trees around us so you can still feel like you’re not in the big city. I’ll buy you any fucking house you want, babe. A mansion if you want it.” I laughed as I started kissing his face, which made him chuckle. “If you don’t want to drive, I will, or we’ll get Ubers or hire a driver. We can have groceries and dinners delivered. We can do whatever needs to be done so that you’re comfortable there, okay? Anything.”
“Promise?”
“Anything.”
“Just make sure that I can look out the backdoor without seeing a stream of cars driving by on a highway and I won’t complain about a single thing, Rob.” He smiled at me.
I laughed. “I can do that.”
“What if you—uh, what’s it called?” He frowned. “You have to shoot on location or something? Like in some other country for months on end?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “You’ll come with me, babe. I mean, unless you want to find some job and stay home while I’m off on location, you’ll come with me. But that’s totally up to you, too. Anything you want, remember?”
He smiled.
“I mean, I guess I could be your personal assistant and just travel with you.” He said. “You’ll have to fire the one you have.”
“I could use two.” I teased. “Besides, you’ll be assisting me with things that Jessica doesn’t have the qualifications for.”
Lucas laughed and gasped as I grabbed a particular part of him as I held him against me, overjoyed that he had agreed to my request. I kissed Lucas repeatedly, kisses he happily returned as we smiled and held each other, confident in our decision. We probably would have ignored our cold dinner in the kitchen, forgone showers, and laid in bed together, kissing and snuggling until we fell asleep, completely exhausted. In fact, we probably would have been more than happy to kiss and snuggle until dawn came. The loud boom that echoed through the house, right before all of the lights fizzled out, kept us from doing that, though.