And he was grinning because he gave Emme a remote. He heard claws on the floor then he heard a door open. After that, he heard Emme’s voice, crying, “Hey, puppy!” and his grin turned into a smile. At hearing that, it was not lost on Deck that he could hear that same thing every night, Monday through Friday, heralding Emme was home. Her smile and eyes over dinner. Later, her body in his bed. This would absolutely not suck. On this thought, his smile got bigger. There were long moments where he suspected there was a rubdown and tail wags before he heard claws on floor, this time coming back, and he twisted to look over his shoulder. Therefore he saw Emme rounding the wall that led to the open-space great room that included dining room and kitchen. Her eyes came to him, they lit with warmth but she dumped her purse on the bar, slumped her shoulder so her overnight bag fell to the floor then she shrugged both shoulders to take off her jacket and throw it on a barstool. She then put her hands to the bar and announced, “My dad the father was not pleased his daughter chose a felon to date.
