CHAPTER TWENTY
SHE HAD BEEN listening to her sister whine about Derek Cranston since Kelly arrived for their weekly morning coffee. However, Emma’s mind was on Jacob and the way he insinuated he would be there for her after the party. “He’s called out every day this week?” she asked her sister, trying to at least participate in the conversation. Emma sat at the table, her hands around her mocha frappé. Customers poured into House of Joe’s all morning, some dressed up in costume, others just gawking at those who were in full Halloween spirit. Emma was saving her outfit for tonight and the party of wild abandon that awaited her. Besides, her costume wasn’t exactly proper work attire. At least, not for her job, even though most of the men there would have loved to see the cups of her ass han
