Emily bit her lip to hide her smile as she watched the young boy on her couch fall fast asleep against his father's side, his tiny lips puckered open and a spot of drool forming on his bottom lip. "Looks like it's someone's bed time."

Aaron chuckled, lifting his son into his lap. "Yeah, I think it's time we go."

She stood with the older man and wrung her hands as she led him to her apartment door. "Thank you for the cookies," she tried to smile. "That was sweet."

Looking deep into those dark eyes the younger woman had, Aaron gave a short nod of the head. "Would you mind if I drove you to work tomorrow?" He watched as she faltered, her jaw almost falling straight to the floor at the unexpected question. "I'd like to talk to you."

Emily hesitated. "Sure," the teacher drew out in a breath, her lips curling at the corners of her mouth. "That sounds great."

"We leave at seven-thirty. Do you need a different time?"

She denied it with a shake of the head. "That sounds perfect."

Nodding, Aaron shot her a single dimple. "Goodnight Emily."

Emily's chest tightened. "Aaron," she whispered, watching him take himself away from her doorframe and walk down the hall. She closed the door once he was out of sight and leaned back against it, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the thought of the look he had given her.

He was so handsome.

She groaned and threw her hair up in a bun, shaking her head as she got herself ready for bed. "Damn."

Waking up in the morning, the brunette picked out a navy blue dress that was conservative but not in a boring type of way, the swells of her breasts just visible beneath the necklace she wore. The teacher put on an acceptable amount of makeup and let her hair fall in curls around her face before taking her favorite black bag and making her way out of her apartment.

"Well hello."

Her eyes shot up to see the older man standing before her, Jack plastered against his legs. "Aaron," she sputtered, her hand tight around the coffee she had in her travel mug. "Goodness, you scared me."

The choice of words had the engineer grinning down to the brunette before him. "I apologize we're a few minutes early. Jack and I like to arrive just before a set time."

Emily nervously smiled to her neighbors. "It's alright."

"Ready to go?"

The tiny voice made the brunette woman blush, feeling Jack's hand gently pull on hers. "I am ready," she nodded with a smile, letting the eight year old lead her to the elevator at the end of the hall. "Are you ready to go, Jack?"

"I am!" Turning, the eight year old tugged on his father's suit jacket with his free hand. "Can we drive slow, daddy?"

Aaron shared a grin with his son. He wanted him to drive as slow as he could so they could have more time with their new neighbor. "I'll try my best, bud." He opened the door to his car for the younger woman just as he had the day before, and made sure her dress wasn't fluttering off the seat before he closed it and buckled in his son. "Got your apple, Jack?"

Jack held it up in his hand. "Got it!"

The brown eyed woman got herself buckled and sat back against the passenger seat, her eyes on the older man as he pulled out into the busy street. "Thank you again, Aaron."

"Don't even," he said softly, looking to the brunette. "I wanted to talk to you."

Emily bit nervously into her lip.

"I take it you've been moved in for a few days now," Aaron commented, checking the rearview mirror to make sure his son was preoccupied. When he saw her nod out of the corner of his eye, he stiffened. "I take it you could hear a little commotion the other night from my apartment."

She could feel her heart begin to beat so hard it vibrated throughout her entire chest, and she slowly shook her head. "I don't know what you mean."

"I know you do."

"I don't think this is appropriate," she whispered, afraid the young boy in the backseat could hear.

Aaron looked to the younger woman in the seat beside him with hard eyes. "I want you to know my son was nowhere near that. He was at his mother's."

Emily almost winced at the tone he was giving her.

"Now I apologize for being so forward, but I can guarantee that you heard what went on and because you know I have a son, I wanted you to know that I would never put him in that kind of situation."

The brunette woman gently nodded her head, keeping her dark eyes on the cars in the road before them. "So you're divorced?"

Aaron stiffly nodded his head, trying to roll his shoulders and relieve the tension that had found its way there. "Two years," the older man said softly. "The girl the other night was an ex who came to visit."

Emily almost rolled her own shoulders to relieve herself of the disgust she felt growing inside her. "I don't need to know every detail." Looking over to the older man, the teacher bit her lip. "Thank you though." Maybe it made him feel better that he had told her, but she didn't know how it made her feel.

Five minutes later, the three were parked in front of the school, and the engineer once again opened Emily's door and took her hand to help her out and onto the sidewalk. "I take it your appointment went well yesterday?"

The brunette woman gulped. "Yes," she nodded, feeling the breeze hit her cheek as he looked down to her. "Thank you."

Breaking eye contact, Aaron reached down and kissed his son's cheek. "Walk inside with Ms. Prentiss, ok? Daddy has to get to work a little early today."

Emily let the young boy take her hand and lead her through the gates and into the school. She didn't look back to the older man she knew was watching them, and she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Ms. Prentiss? Can you help me?"

She led him into her classroom and set her things down on her desk. "What do you need help with Jack?"

"Grammar."

Emily bit back her smile at the puppy dog eyes the eight year old was giving her, and she glanced at the clock to make sure they had some time before class started. "Of course, Jack. Come on, let's sit down."