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so why couldn't Jess's?"
    "It's worth a try," Matt said, standing as he finished his pint.
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    Jess slammed the front door behind her and threw her bag on the floor. The smell of cooking meat took her straight into the kitchen. "God, that smells amazing. What are you doing here?"
    Emma scooped the meat out of the pan and set it to one side with a laugh. "I do still live here, you know."
    Jess pulled out a chair and sat at the table, leaning her head on her hand. "I know. It's just that you spend most of your time at Matt's now. I did wonder if you'd officially moved in with him and just not told me."
    Emma threw a towel in Jess's direction. "Trust me, when ... if he asks, you'll be the first to know."
    Jess picked up the towel and started twisting it around her hand. "Oh, he'll ask. I'm just not sure which question he'll ask first."
    Emma spun around to face her. "Do you know something?"
    Jess smiled but shook her head. "Only that my brother is crazy about you, so he's bound to ask those questions sooner or later. Both of them."
    Emma spooned the meat back into the casserole dish, placed it in the oven, and then sat down opposite Jess. "You okay? You look tired."
    Jess untwisted the towel, folded it, and placed it on the table. She glanced at Emma, who was still watching her. "I'm fine. I mean, I'm not sleeping too well. I guess I'm worried I'll have another dream. I'm cranky because I'm tired, and I'm so sick of my job.  
    “All the fights I had with my parents so I could study, so I had a chance of helping others, and I end up working in a bloody sandwich shop. I'd laugh if I thought it wouldn't end up with me crying. It's just ... nothing is going the way I planned. You know?"
    Emma nodded, squeezing Jess's hand before she stood. She rooted around in her handbag, bringing a piece of paper back to Jess, who read the advert, then slowly read it again. She could see Emma twisting her ring around and around.  
    Before she finished the second read of it, Emma spoke. "I know it's not what you're really looking for. I just thought it was a start. Maybe it could lead to other opportunities, and at least you'd have some experience."
    Jess set the advert down, placing her hand over Emma's to stop her twisting her finger off. "It sounds great. I hadn't really thought about working with kids, but anything has to be better than making sandwiches. I just want to help people, you know, to make a difference in their lives. Someone they can talk to, who will protect them. I know what needing someone like that feels like." Jess stopped as she felt her eyes fill up.  
    Emma frowned at her, and Jess knew she wanted to ask what she meant, but she kept talking. "I could do this on weekends and after work, hopefully, make it full time at some point, and then ditch the deli." She smiled at Emma as she finished speaking. Emma didn't look too convinced but before she could ask any questions, they heard the front door open.

CHAPTER EIGHT

    Rob and Matt walked into the kitchen, and Jess suddenly felt like she was burning up. She knew her cheeks were flushed, but she couldn't help it; she thought of Rob, and he materialised like magic. She shook her head. Rob wasn't someone she could talk to. With that body, he could protect her, but that wasn't his style. You couldn't protect someone if you never saw them again.
    "Hey," Matt said, getting her attention.  
    He walked over to Emma and kissed her like he hadn't seen her for months, rather than hours. Not what she particularly wanted to see her brother doing. But it was Emma's face that stopped Jess from turning away. That look of pure happiness. Jess let out a quiet sigh, knowing she shouldn't begrudge Emma, but why couldn't she find someone who felt like that about her? She couldn't watch as Matt kissed Emma again, but she saw Rob watching her as she turned her back on the couple. "Get a room, you two. I don't need to see my brother in a PDA in my own house." She heard Matt's laugh and the note