EMMA
"Emma? Are you coming in?" Alison poked her head out of the door, her forehead knit together in concern. "Everything okay?"
"Yes, sorry. Just . . . lost in thought, I guess." I followed her into the office, swallowing back a groan of frustration when I saw that Deacon was sitting on that damn couch.
His eyes met mine, and f**k him to hell and back, I knew he knew what I was remembering. One side of his mouth quirked up, and he pointed at the chair opposite him.
"I thought we'd be more comfortable sitting here." He managed to say it blandly, as though I wasn't fully aware of the game he was playing with him.
"Sure. Good idea." Alison took the chair, which left me no choice but to sit on the other cushion of the sofa. I edged as far away from Deacon as I could.
Alison swiped
