"A house?" Chloe asked, disbelief in her voice.
"A house," he repeated. "And you wouldn't have to work either…unless you wanted to. You could help me with the house."
"This is sounding awfully domestic, Jack."
His smile faded a little. "Is that a problem?"
"Not for me, but-"
Jack pulled her closer. "Then it's not a problem. This is what I want, Chloe. A big house," he kissed her. "No more terrorists," he kissed her again. "And you."

That's gotta be the sweetest thing...why can't I have Jack tell me that??? Or better yet, why can't asshat writers have these two have something good like this happen to them!!!

And you know I adore this story! *cracks whip* Now to start next chapter! LOL