The hotel suite was beautiful.

Emma barely noticed.

She'd been aware of leaving the reception after changing into her going-away dress, of the car ride here, of Daniel carrying her over the threshold like some kind of romance novel hero.

Because all she could think about was the secret she was about to share.

Daniel set her down gently in the middle of the suite, his hands lingering on her waist. "You okay? You've been quiet since we left."

"Just taking it all in," Emma said. Which wasn't ...