Chương 93: Confession

Chris straightened up, wincing a little. "I saw someone coming into your house! I thought it was that homeless guy from earlier, so I, uh, came to protect you."

Emily stared at him, her mouth twitching. "You were following me ?"

Chris cleared his throat. "I panicked, okay?"

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a laugh that threatened to bubble up. "You broke into my house because you thought I was in danger? At least call me next time instead of doing your James Bond impression."

Chris leant casually against the kitchen counter, still rubbing the back of his neck where Emily had smacked him with a spatula just minutes earlier. He gave her a sheepish grin, trying to salvage some dignity after his failed attempt at playing protector.

"I'm serious, Emily," he said, waving off her laughter. "I smelled someone weird hanging around your house. So I figured, you know, I'd sneak in and take care of it."