knocking thing," he said, as he walked over to the stove and turned it off. "I'm sorry, Emma, really I am. I'll just tell momma you guys aren’t going to make it down," he said and hurried out, slamming the door behind him.
I sat down on the couch with Emma on my lap and rubbed her back. "It's alright, Little One, I've got you. You're safe. Clayton's gone." I remembered that Clayton reminded her of someone, and I figured that was what had caused such a strong reaction this morning.
She sniffled a little, and then she looked down at my bare chest and then to my face and blushed a deep red.
"Are you feeling a little better?" I asked.
She looked up at the kitchen where she had been cooking and nodded yes.
"Okay, um, would you be okay if I went and got dressed now?" I asked, and she jumped off of me like I was on fire. I couldn't help but chuckle, as I pulled my towel tighter and went to get dressed.
She was sitting down and staring hard at her breakfast, when I walked into the room. "Are you alright?" I asked.
She nodded yes, not looking up. I let out a sigh. "We have another appointment with Dr. Greyson in two days. Why don't you write about this in your book? It might help you feel a little better."
She didn't look at me, just nodded again.
"Would you be alright if I ran down to see if my momma needs me?"
She nodded yes, but I wondered if she really would be okay. I hurried down with a promise to be back soon. I had just pushed through the door, when Clayton was on me, apologizing and asking if he should get her more candy or something. He hadn't meant to scare her. It would have been endearing if it wasn't so annoying.
My momma pulled me into her arms and kissed my head. "Sorry, sugar, next time I'll come up and check on you myself if the phone isn't answered."
I had suspected Emma wasn't answering the phone, but I wasn't sure why. I figured it would eventually come out with Dr. Greyson.
Our waitress, Jen, came walking back with a scowl. "Some jerk wants to see Devin and his wife."
I flinched. "What did you tell him?" I asked a little worried.
"Nothing, I said I’d see if you're available, and he’d better order something if he's sitting at my table."
Jen was mean, but in her defense, it was because my stupid brother was constantly harassing her. Honestly, we were lucky she didn't sue us for sexual harassment.
She threw a glare in Clayton's direction, and he pouted pitifully, as she made her way out of the kitchen. The idiot had never been good with women, and it was his own fault. He wasn't bad looking, just stupid when it came to girls. Of course, weren't we all?
I made my way out to the dining hall, and Jen glared in the direction of a man sitting alone. He looked much too fabricated and rich to be here. I walked up warily and ready to lie. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but he wasn't getting my wife. "I'm Devin Clemens, you asked for me?"
"Yes, where’s your wife?" he asked straight away.
I gave him a genuine confused look, figuring I wouldn’t say anything about Emma, until I knew what he was up to. "Look, buddy, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I'm not married," I said holding up my hand with no ring. That made me think; I should get a ring for Emma.
He looked at me confused. "Emmaline is supposed to be dead, but I got a hit from a marriage license with this address."
"I don't know what kind of scam you're trying to pull..."
He stood up sharply and grabbed my shirt, causing me to glare at him as he spoke. "I need her back. She has to go back to where she was if she's alive."
"Get your hands off me," I said shoving him roughly into his seat. "I don't know who the heck you think you are."
"I'm her stepfather!" he snapped. "She has to go back now! Where the hell is she?" he yelled at me, causing a scene.
Dr. Greyson had been eating his lunch, and had seen the altercation. He came over to help. "Is there some way I can be of help, gentlemen?"
"No, Dr. Greyson, this
I sat down on the couch with Emma on my lap and rubbed her back. "It's alright, Little One, I've got you. You're safe. Clayton's gone." I remembered that Clayton reminded her of someone, and I figured that was what had caused such a strong reaction this morning.
She sniffled a little, and then she looked down at my bare chest and then to my face and blushed a deep red.
"Are you feeling a little better?" I asked.
She looked up at the kitchen where she had been cooking and nodded yes.
"Okay, um, would you be okay if I went and got dressed now?" I asked, and she jumped off of me like I was on fire. I couldn't help but chuckle, as I pulled my towel tighter and went to get dressed.
She was sitting down and staring hard at her breakfast, when I walked into the room. "Are you alright?" I asked.
She nodded yes, not looking up. I let out a sigh. "We have another appointment with Dr. Greyson in two days. Why don't you write about this in your book? It might help you feel a little better."
She didn't look at me, just nodded again.
"Would you be alright if I ran down to see if my momma needs me?"
She nodded yes, but I wondered if she really would be okay. I hurried down with a promise to be back soon. I had just pushed through the door, when Clayton was on me, apologizing and asking if he should get her more candy or something. He hadn't meant to scare her. It would have been endearing if it wasn't so annoying.
My momma pulled me into her arms and kissed my head. "Sorry, sugar, next time I'll come up and check on you myself if the phone isn't answered."
I had suspected Emma wasn't answering the phone, but I wasn't sure why. I figured it would eventually come out with Dr. Greyson.
Our waitress, Jen, came walking back with a scowl. "Some jerk wants to see Devin and his wife."
I flinched. "What did you tell him?" I asked a little worried.
"Nothing, I said I’d see if you're available, and he’d better order something if he's sitting at my table."
Jen was mean, but in her defense, it was because my stupid brother was constantly harassing her. Honestly, we were lucky she didn't sue us for sexual harassment.
She threw a glare in Clayton's direction, and he pouted pitifully, as she made her way out of the kitchen. The idiot had never been good with women, and it was his own fault. He wasn't bad looking, just stupid when it came to girls. Of course, weren't we all?
I made my way out to the dining hall, and Jen glared in the direction of a man sitting alone. He looked much too fabricated and rich to be here. I walked up warily and ready to lie. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but he wasn't getting my wife. "I'm Devin Clemens, you asked for me?"
"Yes, where’s your wife?" he asked straight away.
I gave him a genuine confused look, figuring I wouldn’t say anything about Emma, until I knew what he was up to. "Look, buddy, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I'm not married," I said holding up my hand with no ring. That made me think; I should get a ring for Emma.
He looked at me confused. "Emmaline is supposed to be dead, but I got a hit from a marriage license with this address."
"I don't know what kind of scam you're trying to pull..."
He stood up sharply and grabbed my shirt, causing me to glare at him as he spoke. "I need her back. She has to go back to where she was if she's alive."
"Get your hands off me," I said shoving him roughly into his seat. "I don't know who the heck you think you are."
"I'm her stepfather!" he snapped. "She has to go back now! Where the hell is she?" he yelled at me, causing a scene.
Dr. Greyson had been eating his lunch, and had seen the altercation. He came over to help. "Is there some way I can be of help, gentlemen?"
"No, Dr. Greyson, this
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