Emma

After Rett left, I sent Ian on an errand. I knew the dress I wanted to wear and where he could find it. I’ll also give him credit; he too tried to encourage my relocation. “If you were downstairs,” he said, “you would have your entire closet.”

“But I don’t need the entire closet. Remember what you said?”

Small lines formed near Ian’s gray eyes as he grinned. “Yes, one dress at a time.”

“And, ...