Once the last item is ticked off the list, I gather her coat up from the rack by the door and hold it out to her. “Time to go home.” Emerson stares at me for a moment before looking at the clock. “I can’t go home. It’s not even lunchtime.” “We got all the shit done. Now it’s time for you to go home and get some sleep. You’re dead on your feet and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She huffs out a breath. “It would be the first time if you did,” she mutters under her breath. “What was that?” I raise an eyebrow, barely containing the smirk that threatens.
