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Intelligent and driven, Killian Jones is dedicated to his work. Things only get complicated when he tries to balance that with his personal life. A chance encounter with a 'Working Girl' gives him the perfect opportunity to mix business and pleasure without complications. Or does it? Pretty Woman AU
Rated M, Obviously
TW: This chapter contains a bit of sexual assault.
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“Thank you,” Emma smiled to the bellhop as he took her final suitcase down to the lobby. She turned and grabbed her old handbag, inside which she had her old flip phone and the jewelry with which she came to the hotel. She had left a neat placement of jewelry Killian ‘borrowed’ on the dining room table. Looking around the room, she drew in a deep breath and smiled, remembering the whirlwind week that was behind her.
At the office, Killian was sitting at the head of a long conference room table, rocking back and forth slowly in a comfortable leather chair, his fingertips tented.
“Hello?” Neal Cassidy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Earth to Mr. Jones.”
Blinking, Killian offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, daydreaming.”
“Hah! Since when do you daydream? Right, now, we have drawn up all of the paperwork for the acquisition.” Neal began handing out thick stacks of paper to the forlorn-looking Mr. Gold. His son August sat beside him, arms crossed defiantly across his chest.
“You don’t have to do this, Dad. We can hire lawyers,” August insisted one last time, desperate to allow his father to keep his company.
“Good luck with that, Buddy,” Neal snorted and picked up a glass of water, sipping from it. He glanced back down the table at Killian, who seemed to be ‘daydreaming’ again. He snapped his fingers at his client.
Killian waved him off with a frown, then stood as Mr. Gold grabbed the pen before him.
“Mr. Gold,” Killian began, tugging his suit jacket closed and buttoning it carefully. “That military contract of yours, what was the deal?”
Gold looked up, eyes narrowed, processing the thought. “I was under the impression that the contract was dead.”
With a shameful smirk, Killian shook his head. “Just buried,” he replied, “not dead.”
Neal glanced to his partner and stood as well. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Gold and his son glanced between one another. August looked down at the paperwork and then to Killian. “It was a two-billion-dollar deal for aircraft carriers. Extension available upon delivery of the first. Why?”
“Mm,” Killian nodded and gave a smile. “Neal, I think that sounds like…something we can get behind. I mean, sounds like a good investment to me.”
“Investment?” Neal sputtered and leaned forward, slamming his hands onto the table. “This is not about an investment. This is a hostile takeover, remember?”
Moving toward Mr. Gold, Killian offered up a hand. “I’d like to offer you an investment of ninety million, to start. How does that sound?”
“Is this some kind of joke?” August asked, standing behind his father.
Shaking his head, Killian left his hand hanging out to be shaken. “No, not at all. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to buy and break up your company, Mr. Gold. I believe you have excellent opportunity ahead of you. Let’s make it so no one else can attempt a takeover while you work on your contract. I’ll have Senator Michaels pull it out of appropriations.”
Neal was nearly tearing his hair from his head. He moved to Killian’s side, grabbing his expensive jacket and giving it a firm tug. “No, no, that is NOT what we are here to do! We’re here to take over Gold Industries and sell it off in tiny chunks for a profit!”
“I’ve changed my mind, Neal. It’s time I got into some real business. This contract gives me an opportunity to do something…productive with my life,” Killian smiled brightly. “If you’d be so kind, could you draw up the contract for the investment procedures? If not, I can have another one of my attorneys see to it. I have another meeting today.”
Gold stood slowly and took Killian’s outstretched hand. He gripped it with a slowly-building smile. “We’re gonna make great big ships together, Mr. Jones.”
“Indeed we are!” He shook the man’s hand firmly and gave a wave to his dumbfounded attorney before grabbing his suitcase and leaving the office.
As Killian left the tall building in downtown Los Angeles, he handed his briefcase to the limo driver. “Give me five minutes,” he said, hurrying across the busy street and into a small park.
He stepped up to a bench and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. He listened to the sounds of the leaves rustling in a gentle breeze, the sound of a fountain trickling, and laughter. Opening his eyes, he saw a young man with a little boy. The toddler was giggling, running barefoot through the grass as his father chased him with a broad grin. Once the man reached the boy, he snatched him up and swung him in a circle. The boy gave big belly laughs as he was flipped all around, clinging to his father.
Killian’s heart did a backflip and he thought for a long moment before glancing back to the limo.
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There was a chime as the elevator to the penthouse opened. Emma was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a pen in-hand as she looked over a community college application. Glancing up, she smiled, expecting to see Killian.
Neal stomped into the room. “Where is he?” He asked furiously.
Blinking, Emma put the application aside and stood, adjusting her red leather jacket. “Sorry?”
“Where is Killian?” He looked toward the balcony and then the bedroom.
“Oh, um, he’s not here. He should be home any minute,” she said idly, moving toward the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”
Neal paused and chuckled, shaking his head. “Are you serious? ‘Home’? Do you think this is some sort of little love shack for you? This is a hotel room. It is not ‘home’, and you are not Killian’s ‘little woman’. You’re a hooker.”
Pausing in the kitchen, Emma tapped her fingernails on the marble island. She turned and shook her head. “You know, maybe you should wait in the lobby.”
Neal continued forward, a predatory look in his eyes. “A cheap hooker. You know, maybe if I do you, I won’t feel so bad about losing out on that deal.”
Emma took a step backward. “Please leave.”
Lunging forward, Neal grabbed Emma by the wrists and pulled her to him. He turned, pinning her against the kitchen’s island, slamming the side of her face hard into the countertop.
“No!” Emma screamed as he pawed her body, unbuckling his belt.
She reached furiously for anything to grab for defending herself. Nothing seemed within reach. Neal tugged at Emma’s jeans, pulling them toward the floor.
“Stop!” Emma cried, nails digging at the surface. Her cry was echoed by another voice as Killian darted into the room and grabbed Neal, throwing him backward.
Neal fell backward into the hard wooden back of the sofa as Emma scrambled to make herself decent once more. There was a small cut on the side of her eye, from which a trickle of blood was pouring down her cheek.
Killian grabbed Neal by the collar and dragged the man toward the elevator. He shoved him inside it. “You’re fired. You’d better be gone before the cops get here, you disgusting sack of shit.”
Leaning in, he pressed the button to the lobby and stepped back to watch the doors close. Neal scrambled to his feet.
“You’re making a huge mistake, Jones! She’s a fucking whore, that’s all she is!” He shouted.
With a step forward, Killian stopped the doors and moved in, slugging Neal square in the jaw. The man slumped against the railing inside the elevator, groaning.
As the elevator doors finally closed, Killian rushed to Emma.
She was wiping her face with shaky hands, not noticing the blood until she glanced down at her fingertips. “Oh,” she whimpered and turned to look for a towel.
“Emma, shh,” he cooed, bringing a chair to her. He sat her down carefully. Fetching a cold, wet cloth, he knelt in front of her and reached up to touch the cut on her cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Sniffling slightly, Emma shook her head. “Not the first time that’s happened,” she muttered, wringing her hands. “Guys always know how to hurt you.”
“Not all guys hurt,” Killian said quietly, dabbing at the cut. He leaned forward and blew gently on it with a frown.
Reaching up to his hand, Emma guided Killian’s cloth away. “I should go.” She gave a sad smile and moved to stand up.
“Emma, please, I wish you’d reconsider…” Killian stood, stepping back from her. He bit down softly on his lip. “Just let me put you in a nice place, please.”
“I can’t be that for you, Killian,” Emma shook her head slowly.
“Then stay with me. Not because I’m paying you. Because you want to,” he stepped slightly forward, eyes focused on hers. “Please, Emma.”
Emma gazed back at him for a long, silent moment, then shook her head. “I need to do this for myself. But thank you.” She walked to the sofa and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She grabbed the notebook and application she had been working on earlier. Moving slowly, she pressed the button on the elevator. As she turned to get one last look at him, Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek. “Goodbye, Killian Jones.”
And in a moment, she was gone. Killian was alone again in his penthouse suite. He tossed the bloodied cloth onto the dining table and glanced down at the handful of jewels Emma left behind. He swallowed hard, touching a pair of earrings she had worn to the opera.
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In the lobby, Emma made her way across the grand marble-tiled floors, toward a brass revolving door.
“Um, Miss Swan?” Came a familiar voice as she walked. Emma slowed to a stop and smiled.
“Archie,” she grinned. She moved forward and reached out a hand.
Mr. Hopper grasped her hand in both of his. “I heard Mr. Jones is leaving, so I thought maybe you were going with him?”
“Nah, I’ve got digs here,” Emma said cooly. She hoped the cut on her eye had stopped bleeding. “Going home.”
“Take care, Emma,” Archie smiled, nudging his glasses up on his nose after he released her hand. “You’re always welcome here.”
Stepping forward, Emma wrapped the man in a tight hug before stepping back and heading for the exit. She raised a hand for a cab.
“Ah,” Mr. Hopper interrupted again, “Charlie will take you wherever it is you need to go. On me.” He gestured to one of the hotel’s town cars. Emma blushed and nodded. She climbed into the back of the fancy car and settled into the warm leather seat.
“Thanks, Archie,” she said with a smile as she waved through the open window. Mr. Hopper gave a wave as she left.
-- Two Weeks Later –
Tapping his fingers on his pant leg, Killian stared out the window as Los Angeles flew by. His limo was taking them into the heart of one of the rougher neighborhoods, and the looks they were getting were fairly unmistakable. Wolf whistles sounded through the partially-open window and people shouted as they drove by. The driver came to a stop outside of a small, run-down apartment building.
“This it?” He asked, glancing up at the windows, covered in bedsheets or scarves.
“This is where Charlie said she lives,” the man responded, shrugging as he looked in the mirror at Killian. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, I’ll go,” Killian opened the door and stepped out onto the street, looking around at the desolate street. He stepped up to the barely-covered patio on which there was a small intercom system.
‘Ruby and Emma’ was scrawled next to one of the buttons. He pressed it, hearing a buzz somewhere upstairs.
No response. Again, he pressed the button.
“What?!” Came a female voice spat through the intercom.
“Um, hello, I’m looking for Emma Swan?” He spoke to the speaker.
“Shit, I can’t hear you. Come up,” the voice said again, and the gate next to him buzzed as the lock disengaged.
Killian stepped inside and climbed up a flight of stairs toward 2B, where the directory had said the pair lived. He rapped slightly on the door, clearing his throat.
The door swung open and a tall brunette in only a camisole and panties leaned against the frame. She smiled slowly. “Ooo…who are you?”
Averting his eyes slightly, Killian swallowed hard. “Is Emma at home, please?”
“She’s workin’, but I can take care of you, Sugar,” Ruby licked her lips slowly. “Fifty for head, a hundred for a romp.”
“Ah,” Killian shook his head, cringing. “Can you tell me where she is?”
“Um, this guy left a message for her about a boat. Pier 27, I think?” Shifting her weight slightly, Ruby popped her bubble gum. “You sure I can’t help you?”
“I’m sure, thank you,” Killian gave a wave of appreciation and darted down the stairs. He hurried out to the limousine and gave the directions to the driver.
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The sun was setting as the limo pulled up to the pier. Killian jumped out of the car as quickly as he could and ran toward the boat. He came to a screeching halt as soon as he realized the boat had already sailed away from its moorings and was floating off into the harbor.
“You just missed ‘em,” said a man at the dock, who was winding up armfuls of rope. “Looks like a hell of a time on there, if you ask me.”
Killian watched a few beautifully-dressed women milling about the boat, their arms draped around older, rich-looking men. His blood began to boil as he thought of Emma being ‘purchased’ by another man. He glanced down at the water, his pulse pounding in his veins. Taking a step back, he shed his jacket and took off his tie before taking a run straight at the water and jumping into it.
The old man at the pier blinked, watching the madman strip before he jumped into the harbor. Shaking his head, he picked up his rope and walked away.
Killian nearly screamed at the shock of the cold water. Making his way to the surface and shaking the excess from his hair, he began a stroke toward the slowly-drifting yacht. He breathed in time with each pull of the water, kicking his feet furiously in time with the rocking wake of the large vessel. There were gasps as he reached the side of the boat, knocking on it as he held onto a ledge.
A rope ladder was lowered over the side, and he climbed up, panting and waving off questions. The crowd parted as he made his way through, dripping wet, eyes scanning each blonde he saw. He headed down a set of stairs into a room full of tables. The room went quiet as he appeared, his white shirt clinging to him with salty seawater. A man approached.
“Can I help you, sir?” He asked, glancing around.
Killian took in a deep breath and wiped at his face with his hand. “Emma Swan. I’m looking for Emma Swan.”
The man frowned, shaking his head. He looked around the room. “Is there an Emma Swan here?”
“…Killian?” Emma’s voice seemed to warm him from the inside out. Turning, Killian saw a very nervous-looking Emma stepping toward him.
“Emma,” he breathed, moving to hug her tightly. Emma froze in his grasp, glancing around the room. She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye.
“Did you swim here?” She looked down at his soaked clothes, which had now dampened her own.
“Aye,” he grinned, pushing his wet hair out of his face. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you here. With someone else.”
Biting down on her lip, Emma cleared her throat. “You’re going to get me fired,” she whispered harshly.
“I’m forcing you to quit. You’re too good for this kind of work, Emma,” he insisted.
“Waiting tables!?” Emma hissed. She stepped back and gestured at her outfit. A slightly damp white oxford shirt and black slacks. She had an apron tied around her waist.
Killian’s jaw dropped slightly as he looked first to Emma, then to the room as a whole. Everyone was now watching them, including one perturbed-looking catering manager near the galley.
“I thought…Ruby said you…were working, so…” He fumbled with his words, stuttering slightly.
“Sorry!” Emma said to the crowd before pulling Killian to the nearest corner. She sighed and frowned. “Killian, I told you I can’t.”
“And I can’t, Emma,” he replied. “I can’t go on without you.”
Cocking her head slightly to the side, Emma blinked a few times before responding. “I…are you…you mean you don’t just want to pay me to…”
Killian shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t want to pay you anymore. I want you to come home with me, here in Los Angeles. I want you to live with me. I love you, Emma Swan. And I want…I want the fairy tale. With you.”
Her eyes watered as she stared at him, stomping her foot slightly in frustration. “I’m not quitting school.”
“No, don’t quit school,” he smiled. “I moved here so you could stay.”
It was getting more difficult to find her voice. Stepping forward, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. There was a smattering of applause throughout the room and Emma giggled against his lips. “I love you too,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.
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Intelligent and driven, Killian Jones is dedicated to his work. Things only get complicated when he tries to balance that with his personal life. A chance encounter with a 'Working Girl' gives him the perfect opportunity to mix business and pleasure without complications. Or does it? Pretty Woman AU
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Ruby snapped her gum as she stood in the lobby of the Beverly Hills hotel, tapping a pointed toe on the floor. She glanced around, arms folded in front of her, long dark locks spilling over her scantily-clad shoulders. Emma had sent a text asking her to meet her there, but her friend was nowhere to be found. The looks Ruby was getting were a little uncomfortable for her taste. An older man gave her a once-over and his middle-aged wife tugged at his arm with a hiss under her breath.
“A hundred bucks, Grandpa,” Ruby smirked, uncrossing her arms to reveal her cleavage, “For one-fifty, the wife can watch.”
The woman turned beet red and pulled her husband from the lobby. The old man’s grin was one Ruby would cherish for a while. The elevator dinged and a very well-dressed Emma stepped out, her hair in a thick pleat down one shoulder.
“Ruby!” Emma ran toward her, flinging her arms around her roommate’s neck. “Oh I’m so glad to see you. How’s things?”
“Woah,” Ruby chuckled, hugging the other girl in return. “What…is this!? I’m afraid to hug you, I might wrinkle you.”
Emma blushed a little and shrugged. “Killian gave me some money for clothes, so I went shopping. I mean, when in Rome, right?”
“Do the Romans,” Ruby nodded and gave a wink.
Gesturing to a small table just inside the lobby, Emma headed that direction and took a seat. She snuck an envelope from the pocket of her jeans and placed it on the table. “Here’s the cash from my first night. I know the rent is due, so I wanted to make sure you had the money.”
“Thanks,” Ruby slid the envelope from the table into her raggedy purse. She looked back up at her friend, examining her features. The smile Emma had was much…brighter than Ruby had ever seen her wear. She appeared brilliant; full of energy and life. This was new for the previously-cynical girl she had met on the streets.
“You kissed him, didn’t you?” Ruby asked suddenly, her eyes focused on the blonde across the table.
Emma blanched. She stammered slightly, shaking her head and diverting her eyes. “Ruby, it…”
“Oh my God, Emma,” Ruby hissed, leaning forward and slamming a hand onto the table. “Did I teach you nothing? You’re in love with him, now.”
“Shh,” Emma looked around, wringing her hands slightly, “people will stare.”
Ruby’s eyebrow raised. “You never had a problem with anyone staring, before.”
“Listen,” Emma sighed, “Things are different now, okay? I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m gonna take the money from Killian and I’m gonna go to college. I think I’d be kinda good at this businessy stuff he does.”
“People like us don’t go to college, Emma,” Ruby sighed. “Listen, you’ll change your mind when this gig is over. I’m sure we can get a nicer apartment with all the cash he’s giving you.”
“I’ll…I’ll stay with you in the apartment we have, but I’m serious. I’m going to get a legitimate job and I’m gonna go back to school,” Emma shrugged. She begged Ruby for understanding with her gaze. “Please, I need to do this.”
Ruby watched Emma closely for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, fine. You just gotta make the rent with this other job. Remember how much you made parking cars?”
“I can find something,” Emma nodded with a smile. She paused, thinking back to earlier in the conversation. “And…I’m not…I’m not in love with him. I can’t be. It won’t work out.”
“You never know,” Ruby winked before standing. “I gotta catch me a big fish. See you back at the corner in a few days, babe.”
Emma watched Ruby saunter from the lobby and frowned.
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“Fantastic, thanks Love,” Killian ended the call on his cell phone and sent off a couple of text messages just as Emma was re-entering the room. “Hey, there you are,” he grinned to her, tucking his phone into the pocket of his jeans.
Emma gave a half-smile. “Did you get everything done?” She took a seat on the sofa, adjusting her black-and-white Chanel jacket, which she wore over a plain white t-shirt.
“Aye,” he grinned, moving to her side. He offered his hand. “I have a few surprises planned for you, if you’re ready to go.”
Glancing at his hand, Emma bit down on her lower lip before taking it and standing along with him. Killian leaned in, giving her a slow kiss, his free hand moving to press against her lower back. Emma hesitantly responded, remembering Ruby’s admonishment. She pulled back with a nervous grin and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.”
The limousine ride was quiet as Emma gazed out of the window, admiring the sides of the city she had not yet seen. Killian held her hand, rubbing the back of it slowly with his thumb.
“How was your friend?” He asked finally, glancing toward her. He was dressed in a blue and green checked shirt and a pair of jeans. The look was definitely unorthodox for him, but the kind of day he had planned really called for such attire.
Somewhat distracted, Emma turned back to him and lifted an eyebrow. “Sorry, what?”
With a smirk, he nudged her with his shoulder. “I asked how your friend was. Ruby, I think you said?”
“Oh!” She blushed slightly and shook her head. “She’s fine. I gave her the rent money and she made a scene. Typical Ruby.”
“Made a scene?” He chuckled.
“She was…dressed like me, when I first came with you to hotel. So, she drew some attention. And seeing as how she loves attention, she made sure no one forgot their encounter with her,” Emma rolled her eyes and squeezed his hand in return.
Remembering the way Emma was when he had first met her, Killian smiled. She was charming and sweet. None of which she had lost as of late, but now, she had become more refined and calm. The ‘street’ side of her seemed to have faded away. He imagined he was seeing more of the real Emma, rather than the hardened one.
As the limo pulled up outside of the city, a man made his way toward the pair.
“Where in the heck are we?” Emma asked, looking out over rolling hills of pasture. “This is like the middle of nowhere.”
“Well,” Killian noted, clearing his throat, “I saw the way you looked at the horses when we were at the Polo match. I thought perhaps you’d like to ride one.”
Emma’s eyes widened and she grinned broadly. “Horseback riding! Oh my gosh, I think I’ve wanted to do that since I was a little girl,” she giggled excitedly and hopped out of the limousine the moment it came to a stop.
“Good mornin’,” the man said to them as he tipped his cowboy hat, “my name is Anton. Welcome to Beanstalk Ranch.”
“Thank you for meeting us, Anton,” Killian responded, offering his hand. “Killian Jones.”
Emma offered her hand as well, the back of which Anton kissed with a wink. Emma laughed as she introduced herself. “Emma Swan.”
The large man placed his hat back atop his mane of dark curls and gestured toward a barn off to the left. “Shall we? I believe we have a nice afternoon picked out for you.”
The trio made their way to the barn, where Anton introduced them to their rides for the day. Emma’s was a beautiful mare of a honey color with a mane like the snow. Killian’s brown bay stallion had a black mane and tail. Together, the pair appeared regal.
“What’s her name?” Emma asked, petting her mare’s mane as she sat nervously astride the beautiful creature.
Anton nodded from his own dapple mount. “That is Buttercup. And yours, sir, is the Captain.”
Emma grinned and pretended to doff a hat toward Killian. “Aye-aye, Captain,” she teased him.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that later, Princess Buttercup,” he winked at her and tugged slightly on the reins. “Are we free to roam, Anton?”
“Absolutely,” Anton grinned, nodding to the pair. “Stay within the fences, since my neighbors don’t seem to take kindly to strangers on their property. But other than that, you’ll be free to do as you please. My wife will have the picnic lunch ready in an hour.”
Emma tilted her head slightly at the thought of a romantic picnic lunch. He really was trying to impress her. She wondered why he continued to do so, when she was merely a plaything.
There was a warm breeze throughout the trees surrounding the ranch. Emma and Killian rode slowly side-by-side, admiring the view of the place.
“Gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head. “I think I’d like some property like this, someday.”
Emma laughed, “But would you ever take the time to enjoy it?”
With a shrug, Killian glanced back over to her. “I think I could be persuaded.”
Closing her eyes and sighing slightly, Emma gripped the reins on Buttercup a bit more tightly. “Killian, today is our last day together,” she opened her eyes and licked her lips. “I don’t know if it does any good to pretend that I’ll have any influence on your life after today.”
They had reached a hill, atop which a view of the city could be seen. Killian pulled the Captain to a halt and folded his hands onto the horn of his saddle. “That’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” he smiled slightly. “I’ve arranged for you to have a very nice apartment in town. All expenses paid. You’ll have a credit card in your name for which I will always fit the bill. You’ll have a car service at your disposal, and you should never need to work the streets again.”
Staring at him from her mount, Emma took in a deep breath. “Why? To be at your beck and call?”
Blinking slowly, Killian shook his head. “No, I…I don’t intend…”
“So when you pass through, you’ll leave a few hundreds next to the bed?” She frowned and clenched her jaw. “Killian, I don’t want to be your kept woman.”
Swallowing hard, Killian looked down at his hands. He nodded slowly. “Sure. I can…you don’t need to...” he sighed, “Emma what is it that you do want?”
Glancing out over the city, Emma smiled slightly. “I want a chance to be better. I think I want to go to school and get an actual career. I don’t want to do…this job anymore. I deserve more than this. I deserve the fairy tale, and that’s what I want.” She looked back to him. “Thank you for your offer. But I can do this alone.”
Killian tugged slightly on the reigns of the Captain and turned his horse back toward the stables. “Well, shall we have lunch then, Love?”
Emma offered up a smile of understanding and rode alongside him, back toward Anton’s lovely picnic lunch.
