My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 472

The doorknob had been pressed down at some point—no one noticed exactly when—and the lock clicked open. Cynthia Rivera’s momentum carried the door wide, revealing Emily Blair’s startled face and the hand she’d just lifted to ring the bell.

Tristan Davis’s eyelashes flickered in shock.

Emily’s eyes swept over the scene: two people locked in a tight embrace right in front of her. Her gaze grew complicated.

And “tight” wasn’t an exaggeration or misunderstanding. She could see it with her own eyes: a girl, dressed in Tristan’s pajamas, huddled in his arms, her grip around his waist visibly fierce—enough to wrinkle his hoodie into deep creases.

The sight was nothing short of explosive.

Emily had left just ten minutes earlier, but halfway to the office she’d learned that their new game had developed another stubborn bug. So she’d swung back, intending to give Tristan a heads up and offer him a ride to work.

She’d never imagined she’d walk in on something like this.

She and Tristan stared at each other, wide-eyed. Emily could see the shock written all over his face.

In the heavy, absolute silence that followed, Emily was the first to lower her hand, forcing a polite smile.

Since she’d obviously interrupted something, Emily decided she might as well acknowledge Tristan’s… romantic progress, as a gesture of goodwill. “Wow, is this your girlfriend? You two look pretty close—congratulations, seriously.”

Tristan’s eyes went wide, and he floundered, grabbing at Cynthia’s shoulders in a panic. “No, no, it’s not—”

Emily held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine, really, I get it. No need to explain. Love doesn’t need explanations.”

Cynthia, recognizing Emily’s voice instantly, had no intention of letting go of Tristan at a moment like this. If anything, she tightened her hold, wanting the woman at the door to see just how close she and Tristan were.

Tristan was visibly flustered now, practically radiating distress.

After years of friendship, Emily could read him like a book. She offered, helpfully, “Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to remind you that you’re due at work today, and, well, the new game bug popped up again. I’m heading in now to see if I can handle it. If I can’t, I’ll need your help, so maybe… try not to be too late.”

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