My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 675

It wasn’t until he saw the warm glow of Emily Blair’s office lights that Tristan Davis finally felt like he was home.

On the drive, the two of them chatted back and forth, filling the car with easy conversation.

“Why so late tonight? Has work been crazy?” Tristan asked.

Emily answered honestly, “I managed to buy the rights to the arcade franchise. The Black and White Rabbit project is back on, and we’re planning to launch next month. Everyone at the office is running around like maniacs.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Parker actually caved?”

Turning the steering wheel, Emily smirked. “I made a bet with him. He lost, so he had to sell me the rights.”

“What was the bet?” Tristan asked.

Emily gave him the short version of the piano competition fiasco from the other day.

When she finished, Tristan’s brow was furrowed tight. “Is Isabella Austin just destined to be everyone’s headache forever?”

Emily sighed. “Feels like it.”

After a moment, Tristan’s voice softened. “If you need help, just ask me.”

Emily let out a small laugh. “You really think I’m shy about asking you for favors?”

Tristan grinned. “Just don’t talk big and then do nothing. Remember that whole Ryan Cox mess? You never even mentioned it to me.”

Emily shot him a sidelong glance. “You were out of town. I wouldn’t dare bother you.”

Tristan scoffed. “Even when I’m away, I still end up bailing you out, don’t I?”

“Right, right,” Emily said, feigning reverence. “How could a mere mortal like me ever comprehend the mighty Mr. Davis?”

As they talked, Emily pulled the car into The Serenity’s parking garage.

She hesitated, then finally met his gaze, his striking eyes just inches from hers.

“…You really don’t have to. Aren’t you tired?” she murmured. “I mean, yeah, I’m hungry, but I can just order takeout. You just got home too—you should rest.”

Tristan’s hand slid from her hair to the nape of her neck, his palm warm against her skin.

He gave her a gentle squeeze. The heat of his touch sent a shiver through her, even if her face didn’t show it.

“I’m not tired,” Tristan said with a smile. “If I was, I wouldn’t have gone to the office to find you, would I?”

The elevator dinged. Tristan nudged her forward as the doors slid open.

Emily started to protest, but Tristan cut her off.

“That’s settled, then. Go shower. When you come out, you’ll find your midnight snack waiting for you.”