Emma was released the next day. Dean took her back to his place and helped her up the porch steps. She saw the new front door and paused.
“You got a new door.”
“Yeah. I had to.”
“You had to? Why?”
Without warning, the door opened from the inside and Dallas stood there. A delicious smell rushed out to greet them as they gaped at his grinning face.
“That would be because of me, darlin’.” He took her overnight bag from Dean’s hand. “I kicked the damn thing in.”
Her brow was furrowed. “Why would you do that?”
“Rescue mission.”
Emma stared up at him. “Ummm. What?”
“Never mind, baby.” Dean helped her inside and sat her on the sofa. He turned his attention to Dallas, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the pots boiling away on the stove. “What are you doing here, man?”
“What’s it look
