But she felt safer, even so. Lucas' calm confidence that he could take care of her was infectious, even if she didn't really believe it. Maybe the illusion of safety is better than nothing at all? Anyway, she didn't have time to argue. She was late for work as it was, and she couldn't afford that, not now. Chewing on her lip, she nodded. "If you insist, then fair enough," she told him, only realizing how ungrateful that sounded when the words were out of her mouth. Well, it was true: he was insisting. "Look, I've got to get going, if I leave now I might make it in before the boss notices I'm late." Lucas nodded, grabbing his leather jacket from where he'd hung it over a chair. "Can't have that," he said firmly. "Where are you parked?" Emily didn't answer for a moment, too embarrassed as she put on her own jacket and picked up her bag. It was a bit of a sore spot for her, and another thing she didn't want to go into.
