Callan had barely ended the call with his assistant when Emily stepped out with a shopping bag.
He could tell she had picked up the first dress she had seen. She was never the type to worry much about what she was wearing.
"Did you find something you like?" He asked as she got into the car.
"Yeah. They have lots of nice stuff. Thanks," she muttered as she fastened her seatbelt and adjusted into a comfortable position.
As Callan restarted the car, she shut her eyes, pretending to sleep to ward off any further conversation.
She opened her eyes and looked up when the car finally slowed and turned into a quiet street lined with tall trees and neat sidewalks, Emily blinked and straightened a little.
Callan pressed a button, and a large black gate rolled open ahead of them. His house sat behind it. Big, elegant and cold like its owner.
