Chapter 3

Gideon came around the back of the car to see Jesse and Emma standing under a streetlight, going over the list one last time. “Are you sure you don’t want the kitchen sink?” he asked dryly. “I think there’s still room.”

“It was a nice kitchen sink,” Emma said.

“It really was. I know I don’t need ornate faucets, but I think I want them now.”

“It would have looked better in silver.”

Jesse shrugged. “The gold matched the…” His voice trailed as he caught the annoyed expression on Gideon’s face. “No, I think we’re done here.”

“Good. I’m hungry.” He looked to Emma. “Do you have a taste for anything in particular? We can go back to the office and order it in.”

Though the night hid the color in her face, Gideon felt the flush of embarrassment crawl over her skin. “I can’t, actually. I have other plans.”

The smile that Jesse had been wearing since buying the books faded. “We better get you home then. I’d hate to be the reason you’re late for your date.”