"Point," Lucy allowed, still grinning cheerfully despite keeping her voice low. "We'll just have to starve to death." Teasing or not, she really couldn't find it in her to move just yet. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for her -- she'd spent a summer content in Jude's bed back in New York, and another four months here -- but it felt like it was, with how long it had been. The two of them, Ryan and Jude, weren't even comparable, anyway. This was more relaxed, devoid of the underlying threat that Lucy had brought with her to Manhattan, and Ryan wasn't anything like the guy Jude had turned out to be.