"You can't get a job without your visa," Lucy reminded him through a smile, finding something in his lack of knowledge about the American business system endearing. "You don't exist, remember? Besides, it'll be fine, I'm sure." She paused, moving her arm from his waist to let it hang around his neck, her chest pressed close to his. "And then all we need to do is sign the contract, and it's ours." Ours. Something in that word, saying it aloud, making it official, widened the grin on her face, made the prospect of working long hours more than worth it, if it meant being able to have this with him.