A/N: You may notice a developing pattern here. One chapter is filled with fun while the next chapter is filled with Jordan's crime solving intuitiveness. Where will it all end? Keep reading and reviewing!
XVIII
After a day of exploring gardens and the city of Boston via trolley, Woody and Emma returned to his apartment to change their clothes.
"I never knew half the things about Boston until I learned them today!" Woody admitted. "I guess that's what you get for never having actually explored the city you live in."
"I know what you mean, I never knew how beautiful Vancouver was until somebody would come to visit. We would always take them touring to where they wanted to go. I never knew it was so beautiful there!"
He smiled, glancing to the digital time reading on his microwave. "We'd better hurry, our cruise leaves in an hour and a half!"
Emma smiled at him, studying him for a moment.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said, meandering into the bedroom to adapt her look.
She started with her hair, sprucing it with volume, parting it at the side and letting her bangs fall alluringly into her eyes. She touched up her makeup and slipped into a knee length, black number, accentuating her curves and accented her look with a scarf around her neck. She emerged from the bedroom to see Woody looking equally as classy.
He raised his eyebrows when he saw her, adjusting his metallic blue tie, which accented his crisp white shirt underneath a tuxedo jacket. His shoes shone from the reflected the light.
She smiled, "You look like James Bond."
He grinned devilishly, saying in a mock British accent, "Hoyt, Woodrow Hoyt, and who would you be, you majestic thing?"
Emma covered her blushing face sheepishly, "Shall we?" She held out her arm, taken, gracefully, by Woody, who led her out of the apartment.
She was having the greatest day of her life.