She doesn't understand the foreign syllables whispered against her ear any more than she's able to comprehend the reasons why his touch feels so good as his fingers encircle her wrist. Still, she gives into his desire to kiss and hold her close once more, leaning into him and sighing her pleasure as his tongue meets hers.

He's so warm and comforting, Pippa could stay where she is indefinitely and it's the appeal of thoughts along those lines that finally cause her to pull away from him. Slowly and with tangible regret. "I have to finish..."

She waves her right hand at the shelves behind her and she studies Rory with apologetic eyes. "I need to stock the bar before I open the front the door. Kelly and Beth never remember to and then the bartenders get cranky--"

Shaking her head, she laughs at herself. Why is she telling him this? He knows. He knows. And she hopes he also realizes she'd rather still be in his arms instead of having to collect herself and spend the next hours doing her job while he does his.