She fidgeted in her seat. Nine hours on a plane had been enough. Two weeks in Europe with spotty communication had been enough. This taxi to the gate at a snail’s pace? More than enough. Finally the seatbelt light went ‘bing’ and she popped up like a jack-in-the-box. She grabbed her a carry-on and walked straight to baggage. 45 minutes later she was pulling into his driveway and running up to the front door. She paused briefly – for the first time since landing on American soil. Shook her hair out, smoothed out her clothes. The door opened. “I thought I heard you pull in” he said with that big, broad smile on his face that melted her. Her heart skipped. “Enough is enough. I’m moving in.” she stated matter of factly. There was a pause, and then he laughed a bit. “Well, come in then” he said, throwing his arm around her shoulders.