Chapter 10
Despite Paisley’s lecture, Emerson’s doubts had festered for days. Worry that all the interruptions and chaos were simply a precursor to the inevitable. That she wouldn’t be enough. That she’d somehow disappoint him. She’d wanted all the trappings of romance, all the things she’d thought she could control, so that there’d be something to distract from her imperfections. The thighs that still jiggled more than she wanted. The breasts that weren’t quite as pert as they used to be, with one a little smaller than the other.
But she hadn’t been able to control anything. Every single effort had gone straight to hell. The perfection she’d been chasing clearly didn’t actually exist. Not for them.
As she stared up at the n***d yearning in Caleb’s eyes, she understood he meant every wo
