Dean was mostly quiet as Emma and the guys talked. He was wild with needing to get her back to his place; he wanted to be buried deep inside that curvy little body. He watched her with his friends, saw how she gave them her full attention when they talked to her, as she always did.
With Emma, he always got the feeling that she saw and heard far more than a person meant to show or say. Those blue eyes just looked past the skin, somehow, went deeper. But it wasn’t off-putting or invasive; it just felt like she was connected to you. He knew the guys liked it, too. Even Jim, one of the most suspicious and defensive men Dean had ever known, dropped his guard around Emma and talked easily.
After an hour, Chris got to his feet. “OK, guys. I’m off. Early shift tomorrow.”
“Yeah, me too.” Jim st
