Chapter Fifty seven

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Six years later

I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”“It’s fine.” Emma attempted, struggling to sit up, slightly disorientated and

extremely embarrassed that Alex had found her in the middle of the day, hot and filthy in nothing more than the skimpiest of shorts and a crop top, lying on a blanket with her eyes closed. Absolutely the last person she was expecting to see at this hour, he was dressed in his inevitable dark suit, but there was a slightly

more relaxed stance to him.

He held a brown paper bag in one hand and he didn’t look in his usual rush—his usually perfectly knotted tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. But his dark eyes were shielded with sunglasses making his closed expression even more unreadable if that were possible.

“You’ve done a lot.”

“It’s getting there.” Emma nodded. “And if I keep going at full speed, I could still be done by early next week.”

He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Just a tiny questioning lift of his eyebrow from behind his