Neal felt himself smile as he slipped out the door. Work went painfully slow and his thoughts kept drifting back to Emma. Lunch couldn't have come any sooner. He grabbed them both a London Broil sandwich before heading back to the apartment. He hoped that Emma was in the mood for beef, if not he'd go out and grab something else.

"Emma?" He pushed open the door with his foot before dropping the keys on the table next to the door. "I'm home."