Emma's POV

Hours later,

The kitchen was spotless again - not a trace of the flour war that happened earlier. If anyone had walked in now, they'd never believe the chaos that went down in here a few hours ago. I wiped my hands on the kitchen towel, feeling the tension in my shoulders finally relax as I turned the lights off and made my way back to the living room.

Harper was already picking up his jacket.

"I've gotta head out," he said, glancing at his phone. "Vicky's waiting."

I nodded with a ...