The next day, Chris drove over to Dean’s house. He pulled up and took a deep breath.
OK, just talk to Emma, man. Just ask a few questions, let her help you. You don’t have to decide anything today.
Emma answered his knock and she gave him a big smile. “Morning, Chris. You here to see Dean? Because he’s out running a few errands right now.”
“No,” he said, stepping into the warmth. “You, actually.”
She looked up at him, and he saw awareness pass over her beautiful face. “OK. Come on in, sit down. You want some coffee?”
“Yes, please.” He took off his winter boots and hung up his heavy coat, then sat and watched Emma in Dean’s small kitchen. She did look much better, he saw now: her hair was growing in a bit, and she looked like she’d maybe put on a few pounds. Her face had some color, j
