Emma was still in her office when they returned some hours later, both looking sunburned and very relaxed. She raised an eyebrow, but John simply gave her his lazy grin.
Layton didn’t notice, just yawned and mumbled something about needing to get some sleep before leaving.
“Well, you’ve obviously been a good influence on him, John. I was afraid he’d want to get back to his lab.”
“I guess I ran him a little ragged.” Was he looking smug? There was nothing in his file to indicate he might be bisexual, but that didn’t mean anything.
“John, don’t hurt him.”
“What? Oh!” John’s color was suddenly high. “No, you don’t have to worry about the doc, Emma. He can take care of himself! Oh…Something for you!” He offered her not the sack of fruit she’d been expecting, but a beautifully crafted bottl
