He grinned. "Hardly wonderful. We work well for each other." *** She went to him, putting an arm around his waist.
She rested her head under his jaw, taking a deep breath. "Don't get a big head. We do work well together." * * * "What else is in this stew?"
He grinned brightly. "You know my ego is overwhelmingly large." *** "I dunno. I just did what the cooks told me."
"Oh, I'm well aware," she said, pulling away from him and sitting on the edge of the bed. * * * He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what you put in the soup?"
"It's hard to miss." *** "Well there's carrots, some onion, potato, stuff like that. I don't know what the other cooks put in it."
She raised an eyebrow before reaching up for him hesitantly. "Compensating for something, I'm sure." * * * "I see," he said straightening up. "I should probably get back to work."
She grinned at him, rolling her eyes. "Insecurities." * * * "You can, but I won't be very fun. I'll just be sitting at my desk."
She rolled her eyes before scooting over on the bed, patting the space next to her. "I'm not very nice, Dion." * * * "Come along then," he said, heading for the stairs.
"I'm always making fun of you," she said smoothly. "You just don't always recognize it." * * * They got back to Emerson's room and he sat at his desk, beginning to file through the papers.
