With her feet clad in worn slippers, Emma had trekked God knew how many miles.
If Lucas’s mental map wasn't off, her place was a good hike away—not exactly around the corner.
Sinking into the couch, she grabbed the first aid kit and started tending to her battered feet.
Lucas winced at the sight of her injuries, but Emma? Cool as a cucumber, like she couldn't feel a thing.
Once she'd patched herself up, she locked eyes with Lucas. "Got any grub?"
She then quickly added, "I'll cough up the cash, no worries."
For once, Lucas didn't get that warm fuzzy feeling from her offer to pay.
He just shrugged. "Well... if you're not too picky, I could whip up a sandwich."
Emma started to rise. "Nah, I got this."
But Lucas gently pushed her back down. "Trust me, it'll be worth every cent."
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