Emma had grown increasingly impatient with the driver Jim had sent. Oh, she had faith in her husband's choice of employees. And she did understand the paranoia the man might have been dealing with. It was the same one who'd picked her up on Valentine's night, which for her had been years ago. But for him, it was less than a week and she'd still been blonde at least somewhat polite with him.
But she'd been dragged back to one of the worst years of her life, her husband was still a young man who cared for her but didn't know her as his wife, and her daughter was going through hell. Frankly, she had no patience for stupidity. And by the time she'd told the man three times the correct way to go and he hadn't listened, she'd convinced him to pull over. Not his smartest move.
She drove into the familiar drive, a smirk on her face. She understood the need for Jim's privacy but she could still handle herself, thank you. She pulled in behind another car and sighed when she saw the driver leering at her daughter. Not cool. She stepped out, carrying herself with the same grace she always did, only increased by living with Jim's nurturing. When she motioned for the idiot to roll down his window, he did and she noticed he was leering at her, too. Asshole. Had no idea who he was dealing with. Fair enough. He'd know soon.
"Out of the car, Aurora," was all Emma said, though her tone was icy enough that anyone listening would know her intentions weren't kind. "Your father's waiting."