Chapter 115: Back on the menu

DEACON

"What do you think he's going to do?"

It was early in the morning, and outside Emma's cabin, I could hear the sounds of the world waking up. The sun was rising, and birds were chirping. In the far-off distance, I heard a rooster crowing at a neighboring farm.

Inside the cabin, though, it was quiet and peaceful. I lay in Emma's bed, my arms wrapped around her as my chest pressed into her back.

"Who?" I asked, although I had a good idea about what she was asking.

"Ted." Emma rolled in my arms to face me. Her hair tangled and fell into her eyes, giving me the perfect excuse to brush it away and wrap one silky strand around my finger.

"Mmm. I don't know." I stretched, dropping onto my back and easing her head onto my chest. "But I did what I did very intentionally. I followed the advice of a very wise naturopath who often tells me that giving patients a choice, even if it's between two things they don't really want, offers a sense of autonomy. Makes them feel like partners