"And you've just been taking it easy the last few years? I think we both deserve it."

With one last tug, the goo covered jacket was removed and TK'd over to the tile floor in the kitchenette. Fortunately it seemed to have protected Wyatt's shirt enough that Isabel was able to slide her arms around his waist without worrying about too much goo.

"Would you be mad if I said I might want to spend another here in Vegas?" she said quietly.