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“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, it’s just that your mother has always suspected that you were bisexual like she is,” David explained, “I think she was surprised to find out you weren’t.. well.. you are.. but you haven’t..”

“David!” Emma glared at him.

“Right, sorry,” he said apologetically as Emma got her phone out and quickly sent a text message to Regina.

Talking about sex with my dad, wishing I was dead too.

“Right, let’s regroup and see if Sean has heard anything,” Emma said as they got into the police cruiser.

As Emma started the call and began to drive back to town David looked at her, “we should stop in and see if Gold has anything, he was going to try a locator spell of his own. And he is looking into a way of confining the magic to the lamp so when we do find him we can remove his magic.”

“Good,” Emma said, “I have a feeling we’re going to need every advantage we can get.”

“You’re really worried about him, aren’t you?” David asked delicately.

“Yeah,” Emma replied, “I worked with him once, I know what a devious, backstabbing bastard he is.”

Chapter 88

When Emma returned to Mifflin Street that night she was aware that Regina was cooking dinner for them and also aware that Regina had referred to it as a date but she was blown away by the tight black dress Regina was wearing that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Regina smiled with satisfaction at Emma's flushed cheeks and inability to speak when she opened the door for the blonde who had been fumbling with her keys.

"Good evening," Regina said with a grin.

"H-hi," Emma said weakly as she went from staring at Regina with barely concealed hunger and attempting to look away and appear unaffected.

Regina grinned and walked away, ensuring there was a little extra sway in her hips that was strictly necessary, "dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."

"Right," Emma squeaked, "I'll, I'll go and change."

"What you're wearing is fine," Regina said before she disappeared into the kitchen.

Emma looked down at her tight black jeans and her white ribbed turtleneck and then to the kitchen door in confusion. She was definitely underdressed for whatever occasion Regina was setting up, she had been given fifteen minutes until dinner but Regina said she didn't need to change. Emma looked down at her clothes and then at the door again before finally making a decision and rushing upstairs to her room. She threw her crutch on the bed and pulled off her top and threw it on the floor and opened the door to her wardrobe and started searching through her dresses.

Suddenly she came across the red dress she had been wearing the night Henry came to Boston. She took the dress out of the wardrobe and examined it, it showed her assets nicely, it was modest in that it came down to just above her knees and it had thicker straps that she didn't need to worry about slipping. And most of all it seemed right, like she had come full circle.

Fifteen minutes later Emma opened the kitchen door and asked Regina, "do you need any help with dinner?"

Regina turned around to reply but the words seemed to get stuck as she saw Emma in front of her wearing the red dress complete with red heels, though Emma was wearing much smaller heels than she usually would so as not to tower over Regina. Her hair had been quickly curled and her makeup was light and flawless. It was Regina's turn to blush and Emma's turn to feel smug.

"Regina?" Emma tried again.

Regina shook her head and finally found her words, "no, thank you, the dining room is set, I'll be in shortly."

Emma smiled and nodded and left the kitchen to sit in the main dining room, she noticed that the large table was beautifully set for two sitting side by side, one at the head of the table. Emma knew that Regina always sat at the head of the table and with a smirk sat there herself. She looked at the wine that was chilling in a bucket of ice and poured some into the two glasses.

A few moments later Regina walked in with two small plates and Emma realised this was to be a full three-course luxury affair and smiled at the thought and effort Regina had gone to.

"This looks and smells divine," Emma said as Regina put a plate in front of her with a raised eyebrow at her choice of seat.

"It's not the only thing," Regina commented as she sat down and plucked a cotton napkin from the table and placed it on her lap.

"Thank you for your texts," Emma said, "I know you probably thought I was being silly."

Regina didn't reply as she started to eat and Emma was grateful that Regina had decided against mocking her overprotective streak.

"Did you find anything?" Regina asked softly.

"No, but we've spoken to a lot of people and that's a good start," Emma said, "if he does show his face in town it will get called in."

"Good, it's been very quiet without Grace and Henry," Regina admitted.

Emma grimaced a little, "I can imagine, I'm sorry.."