Emma’s head was spinning. “How did they find out about us?” she asked. Henry shrugged. “Maybe they just got lucky and guessed right?”
“Dad!” Henry cried out, as Neal approached. After their customary hug, Neal greeted Emma. “What are you reading?” he inquired.
Emma tried unsuccessfully to stuff the glossy magazine into her red jacket. Henry grabbed it and handed it to Neal. After looking it over, Neal raised his eyebrow and glanced pointedly at Emma. “You and Hook?”