The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

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Clint absolutely loved being a father, especially now that Lexi was becoming more of a tiny person. Still, having the opportunity to get away for a little him-and-Kitty time was always appreciated, and one trusted babysitter later, he was ready for a night of just focusing on Kitty without worrying about any little ones opening the door and spying on them.

Unless the island did something stupid, which was always a possibility.

"Did I do okay with picking a wine? I still think all the different types are kind of a lie," he said.

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"All that's really important is red versus white," said the woman who'd been bartending for like nine years now, picking up the bottle. "You did just fine."

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Clint grinned and wasted no time in coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist. "Good. I want to make sure you have a very relaxing evening," he said. "I know things haven't been particularly awful lately, but you still deserve it."

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"We have earned this," Kitty said, leaning back into him. "As long as tonight's not so relaxing we fall asleep in five minutes."

This felt important.

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"I will go to the Perk right now and get us some coffee if I have to, you just say the word." He didn't feel tired, but it was definitely important to have as much conscious time with Kitty as possible.

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"We're in a hotel. We don't have to go out for anything," Kitty reminded him, turning her head to give him a kiss. "We have room service."

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"Oooh, I like your fancy suggestion," Clint said, kissing her back. "Especially since it means not leaving. I'd say one of us would have to stay dressed enough to answer the door, but I feel like you've got a workaround for that too."

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"I can stick my hand out the door and pull the cart in," Kitty grinned. "No clothes needed."

Unless she leaned out too far.