"I suspect they're more likely to confiscate the space than put me in prison. But if they do, I hope you'll visit." She glanced over at where Scott was hammering at a wall--and tried not to notice the muscles of his shoulders moving beneath the shirt. Jesus. They needed to get home soon, or she wasn't going to be able to keep her hands to herself. "I hope you'll check in on Scott, too. He needs looking after."