She put her hand over his, squeezing gently. "Young at heart." She groaned. "Or something. I'm turning into a greeting card or something." She knew it was part him and part hormones, which didn't make her like it anymore. Of course it clearly played well, given the look on Mel's face.

Mel glanced back at Brody. "Views are a little better at the next place and I think you'll like the fireplace."