Chapter Fourteen
The look Drew gave Emma only caused her to pout. Interesting. Emma wasn’t much of a pouter. Something was going on with her, but he had no idea what. He didn’t think it was anything to do with Toby. Something with school? Should he steer the conversation back to that? She didn’t seem inclined to talk about whatever the problem was, and he debated pushing it, or pushing her and letting the rest come out later.
She pulled her foot free of his grasp then set it in his lap. She wanted something more from him and it wasn’t conversation.
He gave a light slap to her foot. “Behave, missy.”
Her pout deepened, though he was sure at least some of it was put on.
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
Repositioning his hand on her ankle, he gave her a hard look. “Is that so?
She tried to jerk
