Chapter 10

He leaned in for it and winked Emma’s way cheekily, damn sure he was getting an eyeful of that baby. He held up a corset-type thing, all lace and structure, and wanted not to be picturing it on her right now, but his mind was making a good go of it. She immediately whipped it out of his hands and threw it off behind him toward a tall glass set of drawers with a hint of a blush. Not that he minded; his thoughts had gone down the gutter, which wasn’t good.

“Most of it still has tags, Jake. She should return them.” She sounded childlike and almost hopeless. Lifting clothes in frustration at him. Jake raised an eyebrow her way at the cuteness of that statement. The money he had Donna spend on clothes for Emma was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

“Just give them away, Emma. They’re already paid for.” He shrugged nonchalantly. Sometimes he forgot that she didn’t come from his world. She fitted in so effortlessly, so graceful, and never balked around grandeur. She really