She must be powerfully sensitive, he thought. And he’d had his mind so intently on Emma that he’d not paid attention. He’d allowed himself to appear. He stood, dumbfounded. The girl was sprawled on the ground, her face white. Shrieking. “Excuse me,” said Emma, out of nowhere, stomping right up to the girl, who looked to be in her mid to late twenties. She helped the girl up. “You should think twice before launching yourself at another woman’s man,” Emma said, her voice sharp. “Some women might get a bit jealous.” “But,” the girl started, her eyes darting back to him, “I fell—” “Yes, you did,” said Emma, scowling. “After throwing yourself at my man. Now, let’s just part ways and forget it happened, okay?” The girl looked befuddled, glancing between him and Emma. Finally, she shook her head and shrugged. “Sorry. Mistook him for someone else.” Emma gave the girl a short nod, then walked right up to him. “Bend your head toward mine,” she whispered.
