A week later, Dean knocked on the apartment door, looking up and down the long hallway. It was a damn nice building – bright lobby downstairs, twenty-four-hour security guards, lots of expensive-looking potted plants, fresh flowers on the tables outside the elevators. He was almost beside himself to see what Emma’s home looked like.
She opened the door and they smiled at each other.
“Hey,” she said. “Welcome to my place, just for a change, right? Come on in.”
He set his overnight bag on the floor and took her in his arms. “How you doing, honey?”
“Better.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. Good night’s sleep last night.”
He gave her a kiss then stepped back. “Alright, Emma. Give me the grand tour of this place.”
It was a big apartment for just one person, and as he looked around, Dean got the sense of
