The kiss was a much different kiss than the needy, alcohol fueled kiss they had shared on the plane but it was just as good, if not better than that one had been. Arthur stepped in closer and returned the kiss, slowly taking it a step further and deepening it, resting a hand on his waist.

Unless something came up between now and the next twenty four hours, there was no way Arthur was going to turn down a dinner with Tuck. He'd be at that hotel restaurant at the time they had discussed.