is Kirra?” Jake asked as he sailed through the door on Monday morning.

Emma looked up from her desk in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see him today.

“She’s good. She was in a foul mood for most of the weekend because I wouldn’t let her go out, but there were no signs of concussion.”

He grinned and flopped into his chair. “That’s great,” he said.

Emma turned back to her work, unsettled by Jake’s chipper mood. She didn’t know what she had expected after what happened on Friday night. Something had definitely changed between them—he saw her at probably her lowest point and that had to have an impact...