Emma Hart gazed at the man's serious face, puzzled by his recent words about crossing into her line.
What did he mean by that? Emma was utterly confused.
"What do you mean 'my line, your line'?" she asked, looking bewildered at him.
"You'll find out tomorrow!" he teased, enjoying keeping her in suspense.
The gentle, warm morning sunlight kissed Emma's face, making her feel a heat before she even opened her eyes.
Startled, she touched her cheek, wondering why it felt so warm, and then her eyes fluttered open to find the man too close for comfort.
Emma jolted, "Why are you so close to me?"
She turned her head away and tried to push him, her efforts as feeble as kitten paws against him.
He held her hand and leaned closer, "Stop wasting your energy."
Faced with his dominance, Emma simply turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
