Chapter 4
“Em? I’m back!” Peter closed the door behind him and walked into the house. It was dim and quiet, much the way it had been when he’d left earlier to drive Emma to the jetport.
He tossed his keys onto the counter, checked for messages—there were none—and crossed to the far end of the house.
“Sorry I was away, but it was an emergency. I know, it usually is. Emma?” He poked his head into their bedroom, but she wasn’t curled up under the covers. “I guess you’re not home yet,” he muttered.
His stomach rumbled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten since…He frowned. Since they’d had lunch together earlier in the day. He went back to the kitchen. He loved to cook, and he’d planned on them having a meat-substitute stew for dinner. He’d spent the morning preparing the ingredients and puttin
