Emily's giggle fit lasted for several minutes before she could get a hold on herself. Emmett could only hold her steady and hope that his mate had not completely lost her mind. After several deep breaths that still threatened to erupt into hysterics, he led her to a chair at the dining room table and sat next to her. It took several moments for her to wipe her face with the hem of her shirt, leaving little to the imagination. Emmett adjusted his pants self-consciously.
"I'm sorry," Emily said at last, smoothing her tank top down and looking anywhere but at him. "I was going over what he had said in my head and lost it when his name clicked."
A hysterical giggle bubbled up before she could stop it, and she fell across the table laughing again. This time Emmett chuckled with her. It didn'
