Everything she needs is at her fingertips. Emma sits behind the computer, Hobbes on her lap, losing herself completely as she trawls websites, changes search terms, and zeroes in on all the accessories she needs to complete Lisa’s house. Just past six she hears the cat flap open, and seconds later Jesse is in her doorway. By the smile on his face, it looks as if he has gotten over this morning’s tantrum. “Hey, Jesse.” She pretends the last thing she heard him say about her was not that he wanted nothing to do with her. “Hi,” he says. “Have you seen Hobbes?” “She’s right here.” Emma slides her chair back, gesturing to her lap. Jesse comes over and pets the cat. “Want to take her? Maybe the two of you can cuddle up on the sofa. I can put a movie on if you like.” “Sure,” Jesse says. She notices now that he’s carefully keeping his gaze on the kitten, and doing his best not to look at her at all.
