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Summer’s eyes went huge. “You … do? You do.” She squeezed him, smiling shakily and blushing hard. “Oh, Robert. I wish you could. I have a job, though. I have to be in New York sometimes. I can’t always telecommute.” It was upsetting, having to crush his hopes, and her own, but her job was important to her just like his was to him. “And who would take care of my cats?”

She chewed on her lip, trying to think of something she could offer him. “I can come visit you a lot, though. Getting places isn’t a problem. You just have to ask me.”

“I think there’s a simple solution to that. I don’t stay anywhere that doesn’t allow me to take my cats with me. They can simply stay at the hotel room. And, I know your job is important to you, but, for the record, what I make could support the both of us and all the cats fairly easily.” He sounded like he was bragging. And he kinda was to some extent. Robert placed a kiss atop of Summer’s head.

“But, if that doesn’t interest you, then by all means, keep your job and come when you can. As long as I can see you, it won’t hurt my feelings all that much.”

“I need to think about it, okay?” It wasn’t just her regular job. There were things that she’d need to rearrange if she didn’t have a fixed address as much. “It’s really tempting. Just give me a couple weeks, okay. You really can just text me and ask me to come see you.”

“Take the time you need. By that point, I’ll probably be back home in California, but until then, I’ll keep in mind that I can simply pick up the phone and give you a text. I don’t know why I forget about that.” Truth be told, between filming and then relaxing, along with interacting with the fans, Robert wouldn’t think about it. Not immediately, anyway.

“Then … ” She stopped. “Will you want me there when you go home?”