Dominic's POV
Emma works the morning shift. The patisserie is at full capacity and she leaves at six thirty with her hair still damp and comes home at two with flour on her collarbone and the satisfied exhaustion of someone who has done exactly what they're good at for six hours straight.
I'm working from home. Have been since morning, specifically so I'm here when she gets back.
She comes through the door, drops her bag, sees me at the kitchen island with my laptop and says, "You moved your calls."
"I worked from home."
"You moved your calls," she says again. Not accusatory. Just reading it accurately.
"Some of them."
She hangs up her coat and comes to the island and leans across it and kisses me briefly, flour and all.
"Hi," she says.
"Hi."
She goes to change and comes back in
