Chapter 7
It didn’t surprise Gideon when Jesse fell asleep. In spite of the worry caused by the new information about Lizzie Coolidge, a lot had transpired in the past forty-eight hours, enough to weigh down even the most determined of minds. Add in the warmth of Emma’s soft curves nestled into his side, and Gideon thought Jesse never had a chance. He left the pair on the couch, going downstairs to start the preparations for a fabulous dinner for both of them.
He had only just started chopping the onions for the Bolognese when the stairs creaked. Glancing behind him, he frowned when Jesse emerged from the stairwell, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Where’s Emma?” he asked.
“Asleep, still.” He looked over Gideon’s shoulder to the onions. “You might want to wait on that for a while. I
