"I'd hope so," he teased her, watching her come around the table with just a hint of devilish intent, and when she approached with her arms outstretched, he took full advantage of that by ducking his head under them, scooping her up as he bolted up from his chair in one fluid motion, swinging her around as he squeezed her tight.

Chortling theatrically, Ethan planted a kiss to Eileen's pale cheek, spun them around once more time before gently putting her feet back on the floor and stepping back, grinning.

"There," he told her, more than delighted. "Now I feel better."