“Damn,” Dean said. “That’ll be Dallas, I bet. I need to pick him up from the hospital.”
Emma nodded and slid off him. He bit back a groan of frustration and disappointment.
Dean grabbed the phone off the bedside table. “You OK, man? Ready to come home?"
“f**k, yeah,” Dallas said. “Get me out of here. I need a real coffee.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Dean said.
“Make it ten,” Dallas said. “I need a real coffee.”
By the time Dean had negotiated an ETA of fifteen minutes and disconnected, Emma was fully dressed and in the bathroom pulling her hair back. He leaned in the doorway hopefully.
“So – you have this whole week off work?” he said.
“Yep.”
“So you want to come by later? Spend the night again?”
She shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t. I have plans tonight.”
“Damn.” He loo
