Darius pinched her bottom as she walked by, out of mischief. Then he stood as well, groaning a little before padding to their closet and going through her things. There were a lot of pretty, casual things, but he knew she had to have something dressy in there somewhere.
Probably at the back of the closet. He wondered if this Emma was like his mother or the Emma he had come to think of as a righteous bitch. It was a chilling thought. What if Emma was mean to Ophelia? He knew that he wouldn't stand for it, which would only make things bad for all of his family. He suppressed a shiver, not wanting to prejudice Ophelia against Emma. After all, the woman hadn't said a single unkind thing to him, and to suspect her of being malicious was just foolishness on his part.