Across the room, Emma stood in the kitchen, head bent over her task. She was writing down Annie’s schedule for him. She feigned indifference, but her shoulders were set a little too stiffly. Her amber eyes held an unmistakable wary edge whenever she glanced at him. Dread sat heavy in his chest. There was a distinct distance and tension between them since they left his parents’ place.Whatever small measure of trust he’d managed to develop between them had been blown to bits, all because he gave in to temptation and kissed her. The sad truth was he couldn’t be sorry for doing it. He’d kiss her again in a heartbeat.Which was exactly the problem. He’d been wrong. Very, very wrong. One kiss hadn’t quenched his thirst. Rather, it only increased his craving. To see the desire in her eyes when she looked at him was one thing, but to feel it in her kiss, in the way her body melted into his, was something else entirely.That unease on her face now didn’t help any. It made him long to do exactly what he shouldn’t—go to her, touch her, do whatever it took to alleviate the look.Emma’s hand paused.
