7
IAN
The sun was shining when Emma finally stirred. She was on her side, her back curled up against my front. She made a sound in her throat and stretched before stiffening, remembering that she was not alone. I'd enjoyed the past few minutes just staring at her, amazed she was mine – mine and Kane's.
After Kane claimed her the night before, we bundled Emma into a long dressing gown supplied by Mrs. Pratt and slipped into the back entrance of the hotel. Neither Kane nor I had had any intention of spending the night in the brothel, no matter how easy it would have been to find an empty room and f**k our bride all night long. Instead, I'd carried her to my hotel room, sight unseen. We hadn't anticipated a bride when we'd taken the trip into town and Kane's room was down the hall. Since h
