Chapter 12
Jesse shuffled through the stack of reports, changing the order to change his perspective. The night before—had it really only been the night before?—he had been confident that an answer was forthcoming, but now nothing looked right. It didn’t look the way it did before. Had he fried his brain?
Jesse smiled wryly. That was entirely possible. Even if he hadn’t fried his brain, how was he supposed to concentrate when all he could think about was Gideon and Emma so exhausted, so deep in sleep that they hadn’t even stirred when he crawled out of bed? He could sneak back in, and they’d never notice he was gone. The thought was so seductive that he was half out of his chair before he realized it.
Shaking his head, he settled back down and thumbed through the papers once again. Ther
