Emma
The house was quiet. Sophie had gone to bed without much fuss, exhausted from an afternoon of crafting and pizza. I lingered in the upstairs den a few minutes after tucking her in, making sure she was fully asleep before slipping back downstairs. I hadn’t seen Jack come in, but the faint rustling of movement in the kitchen told me that he was home.
Taking a slow breath, I stepped into the doorway. This was the first time we’d really been alone since the caveman incident. Jack stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The sight of him sent an annoying flutter through my chest.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest. “Long day?”
Jack exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “You could say that.”
I hesitated b
