"I'm pretty fucking adorable when I'm not sleeping, too," Summer reminded him, especially as she subtly wiped a napkin at what was probably at least a little bit of drool that would have been inevitable in an exhausted crash at the end of a long but productive day like she'd had.

"And maybe I might," she said, with a small grin that just might seal the deal, because now you might never fucking get rid of her, Barry, and you had no one to blame but yourself. "Definitely less cat hair than my place, anyway."

Especially now that she was going to have two of them...