The next morning, Dean woke up with a start, feeling like something was wrong. He stared at the empty bed next to him, then at the bright sun on the bedroom wall. When he glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past ten o’clock, he flung himself out of the bed.“Emma!” he said, utterly fucking panicked. “Where are you?”“In the kitchen,” her voice floated back. “What’s wrong?”He almost ran down the hall to her and she turned, coffee pot held aloft, a puzzled look on her face. He skidded to a halt and peered at her. He was stunned to see that she looked absolutely gorgeous: well-rested and fresh, with pink in her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were wide with alarm.“Dean? What?”“Oh, God.” He leaned against the wall. “You scared me.”“I did?”“Dean, you OK?”He looked over to see Chris on his feet, a cup of coffee in his hand.“What are you doing here?” Dean said.“I called Emma earlier to see if you guys needed anything from the grocery store. I was there anyway, and so I thought I
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