“I’m done, Travis.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s over. Go home.”“You’re my home.”
“I'm done, Travis." He winced. "Don't say that." "It's over. Go home." His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“Right. That’s the end of the line for you tonight. You’re going home, I’m seeing you safe inside, and I’m going home to hide in a closet until this blows over. I suggest you do the same.”
“At CBS, I’m in your house. I’m mindful of that. When I do standup, you’re in my home and I can say what I want to.”
“I don’t have to go home with you.” Zane raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “I can’t wait to get home with you. Even if it’s just to crawl in bed and watch that stupid-ass show you like so much, I don’t care. Whatever I do, I’m glad I’m with you.”
“It’s time to go big or go home. I want everyone to know you’re mine, Taryn.”