Emit’s eyes narrow on me, as a slow grin spreads over my face, because Violet leans against me like she’s forgotten it’s me she’s touching. At Shera’s guiding little nod, I finally wrap my arm around her waist—not grabbing ass or anything I’ve been instructed not to do. It’s hard to tell a newly impatient man to be patient, but I do like the early spoils of my labor.
