Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Three

Of course he’d discovered one other way of finding the relaxed, happy, free Emma. And he knew he would prefer it.... A languorous morning of lovemaking. But he also knew she wouldn't want that. Hell, she wouldn't even look at him, not to talk of letting him touch her. Her reaction to his attempted kiss was enough proof she didn't want that.

So he swallowed the very tempting suggestion and kept his thoughts to himself.

He watched her stretch to put a glass cup on the top shelf. It obviously wasn't balanced, because as soon as she left it, it came back down and crashed on the floor in front of her.

Daniel moved fast, scared of her hurting herself.

Emma felt her body hit solid, warm muscle. The feel of his body was amazing. She hated that he could still make her feel this way. She let him pull her away from the broken glass turn her around.

"Are you okay?" he asked.