Emma Tremont's heart was filled with sorrow and anger, yet she couldn't do anything about Declan Darcy.
There was nothing she could do, and yet he had forcefully taken her.
So, now that it was already daylight, was Declan still sleeping beside her, or had he already gotten up?
Emma listened to the sounds around her, hearing nothing; Declan must have left, she thought.
But what if she opened her eyes and he was still there?
How awkward would that be!
She didn't even know how to face him!
After thinking it over, Emma thought she might try reaching out her hand to feel around; if she touched the edge of his clothes, it would mean he was still there.
She would just keep her eyes closed and pretend to be asleep.
Emma made up her mind, her fingers curling slightly, then she slowly moved her hand towards the side.
She dared not move too fast, shifting little by little, afraid of being discovered.
