My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 808

“What are you thinking about?” Tristan Davis’s voice broke through the air beside her ear, edged with a note of impatience. “Where are you looking?”

Jolted from her thoughts, Emily Blair pressed her lips together, her tone sharp. “I’m just picking out a nice spot for you to jump off into the ocean.”

Her words were curt, her mood prickly, but Tristan only grinned, undeterred. “What’s this? Trying to get me to run off with you for a dramatic ending? You’ll have to ask if I’m willing, you know.”

Emily rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify that with a response.

Tristan reached over, tousling her hair. “Alright, alright, my bad.”

She shot him a sideways glance. As much as she hated to admit it, Tristan’s antics never failed to put her at ease.

After a beat of silence, Emily turned to him. “Do you believe in past lives?”

Tristan’s gaze lingered on her, his voice softening. “Why do you ask?”

Emily dropped her eyes, her answer slow and uncertain. “...I don’t really know.”

Some things were better left unsaid.

Truth be told, she regretted asking the moment the words escaped her lips.

“Never mind. It’s nothing. You don’t have to answer.”

Tristan looked over. Emily sat back against the car seat, head bowed. Her expression was calm, but there was a quiet loneliness about her that was hard to miss.

Past lives.

Tristan found the words repeating themselves in his mind.

He wanted to understand what was going on in Emily’s head, but it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it.

Emma George arrived with a plate of fruit, settling in beside her, clearly bursting with something to say. “Emily, have some fruit.”

Emily took a piece, skewered with a toothpick, and popped it in her mouth, bored. “Something on your mind?”

Emma sighed, worry written all over her face. “Emily, you’re doing great at work, but have you thought at all about your love life?”

Emily paused, setting the toothpick down. “Not really.”

Emma frowned, looking at her daughter as if she were a stubborn child. “That won’t do. You’re in your late twenties—nearly thirty. It’s time you started thinking about settling down.”

Emily shrugged, popping another piece of fruit into her mouth. “Why shouldn’t it do? I’m perfectly happy as I am.”

Emma gave her a look. “I’m your mother. Of course I hope you’ll find someone, someone who’ll take care of you.”

Emily glanced at her, wide-eyed and innocent, as if to say she had no idea what all the fuss was about.