The suite was quiet except for the soft hum of music drifting from somewhere near the sitting area.
Warm amber light spilled across the room, catching against the mirror, the crystal perfume bottles scattered across the vanity, and the emerald green dress Emma was currently trying very hard to ignore Rowan staring at.
Failing miserably.
She met his gaze through the reflection.
“You’ve been holding that necklace for nearly two minutes.”
Rowan glanced down at the diamond chain dangling loosely between his fingers as though he’d forgotten it existed.
“That long?”
“Yes.”
“Hm.”
Emma fought a smile.
He stepped behind her again, close enough for the warmth of him to settle against her back.
Too close.
Entirely too close.
His fingers brushed lightly against the nape of her neck as he
