Chapter 93

• CHAPTER NINETY 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.