Page 106 of Face Off
Except when I woke up with Emerson in my arms the night she wasn’t feeling well. She was staring at me with an expression I’ve never seen from her before, and it felt… important. Like I had a purpose and she was glad I was there, just as much as I was happy to be there helping her.
I haven’t seen it since, though, so it must’ve been a sleep-deprived and utterly spent glance of appreciation after I watered her plants, replaced her door and cleaned her up.
“I don’t know why you act like dating is the worst thing in the world,” Dallas says, leaning against the wall. “It’s exactly what you’re doing now but with other fun stuff.”
“Like wearing matching pajamas? Sounds fucking lame.”
“My daughter picked those pajamas out, you asshole.” He huffs and points the spatula at me. “Just you wait. That’s going to be you one day, and I’m going to give you so much shit.”
“Dream on, Lansfield.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see fifteen notifications from the team group chat I’ve ignored over the last hour. There’s another message on my screen from Emerson, though, and I grin when I slide my finger across the screen.
Redheaded Assassin
Busy tonight?
Me
Why? Miss me, Red?
Redheaded Assassin
Only your dick.
Me
Thought so.
Three dots show up then disappear, and I wait for her to answer.
Redheaded Assassin
Am I allowed to say yes?
Me
Yeah, because I miss you too.
I am busy tonight. I’m hanging out with Reid and Dallas.
Redheaded Assassin
Gotcha.
Me
How are you feeling?
Can I bring you anything?
Redheaded Assassin
I’m better. I think all the puke is behind me, thank goodness.
Me
Glad to hear it.
