A/N: A sort of fun chapter. Review please!
XVI
Emma's waking dream was filled with sunrises and happiness. She understood them to be omens of a better future. She woke to a contentedness she had never felt in the past as her eyes peeled open to a sun filled room. Woody was looking at her with a foolish half-grin on his face, he admired her flyaway hair and sleepy eyes. She felt comfortable with him next to her, un-touching, just lying in the same bed.
Woody, on the other hand, had a slightly more difficult night, ever more aware of danger. Wondering what had bothered her so. Until the storm ceased, he could not catch a wink of sleep and even then, his vague dreams had familiar faces fighting one another in a competition he could not partake. He covered up his emotions with the thought that he slept with her in order to fulfill the duty of protection he had promised. Although she had kept secrets from him, he understood why and he admitted, albeit to himself, that he cared for her.
"Do you like coffee?" She asked, "I make a wicked coffee."
He took a deep breath and stretched under the duvet, "I'm sure you do, but I like going to the park more. Then, maybe for a sunset cruise on Boston Harbor, dinner perhaps. You know, like spending a day outside, and what better day to do it than in October, the beginning of autumn."
Emma was dumbfounded, "Really?"
Woody looked at her and smiled, "Of course. You didn't think I was going to hold you prisoner here all day did you?"
Without answering, she flung herself upon him in the tightest hug she had ever given anybody, "But what about the media and the public attention?"
"I've pulled a few strings; something about privacy and moving on. You know, it is one thing to talk about the dead, but it's another thing when you're just a regular girl and her police protection going for a day of touring around Boston. Besides, it's pretty sunny, you might want to bring a pair of sunglasses."