Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety Two
Emma rolled her eyes. “I think I’m capable of leaving the house alone.”
“I know you are,” he said quietly. “I just worry and I’d prefer to be with you.”
There wasn’t much she could say to that, so she nodded. “I’ll see you at lunch.” she said.
He lifted his hand in a wave and then walked away. For a moment she stared after him and then she closed the door, leaning against it.
One week of attempting to forget the past and forge ahead.
“How’s that working out for you?” she muttered as she traipsed into the bathroom.
She wanted a long, hot bath, then she would go sit in the balcony and get some work done on her laptop.
After drawing a tub full of steaming water, she sank up to her ears and sighed in complete bliss. She hadn’t made the water too hot, and she wouldn’t stay long.
After twenty minutes, regretfully, she toed the lever for the drain and then hauled herself out of the tub. Her stomach growled and she hurriedly went through the motions of dressing.