DEACON
"Hey. Are you busy?"
I glanced up from my desk, well aware that I was already smiling just at the sound of Emma's voice. Dammit, I had it bad for her. Again. Still.
"No more so than usual," I responded, leaning back. "What do you need?"
"Nothing pressing, if you're up to your neck in something already. What are you working on?"
"Reading resumes from nurse practitioners." I grimaced. "Whose bright idea was it to allow Jenny to move to Virginia, and Darcy to get both married and pregnant?"
Emma dropped into the chair across the desk from me and laughed. "Well, Deacon, you know, Jenny didn't ask our permission. She made a choice. And Darcy did, too. But she's not leaving for good, at least as far as I know."
I shot Emma a withering glare. "She's getting married to a footbal
