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work. Emma had never shown any sign that it bothered her to fight in front of the rest of us.
Why did I stay anyway? I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.
Emma brought her cup of coffee to the table, fixing me with a glare that made me shiver inside. There was a spark of madness in her gaze, and I really didn’t want it to remain fixed on me.
“I see you’re consoling my dear husband after our little quarrel,” Emma said with a curl of her lip. “How kind of you.”
Yikes. Guess I should have run when I had the chance. I held up my cup of coffee and tried to look nonchalant.
“I’m just drinking a cup of coffee. My laptop and I needed a little time apart.” I decided that it wasn’t too late to get out from between the happy couple, so I pushed my chair back from the table.
Emma was still staring daggers at me. Her expression reminded me a little too much of how Jamaal had looked when he’d lost his mind in rage, and I wondered exactly how unstable she was. I’d thought of her as annoying ever since she’d started talking again, but I’d never considered her dangerous.
The look in her eyes now said that had been a mistake.
“Nikki has every right to be here,” Anderson said quietly, and I tried not to wince. I was now officially stuck in the middle, and I wanted to kick myself for not getting out when the getting was good.
“I’m going to go back to work now,” I announced, eyeing the doorway longingly. Unfortunately, Emma had positioned herself in front of it, and consideringthe sparks in her eyes, I didn’t think getting close to her was a good idea.
“Oh, no,” Emma said with a hard smile. “Please don’t let me interrupt your little tête-à-tête. I know you and my husband get along famously .”
Double yikes. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn she sounded jealous. But why the hell would a woman like her be jealous of someone like me? It wasn’t like there was anything going on between Anderson and me. I liked him and all, but there was nothing romantic about it.
Anderson heaved a sigh. “Please, Emma. Don’t be childish.”
She snorted. “Says the man who runs away from conflict as if it might kill him.”
I took a couple of steps toward the door, hoping maybe Emma would move out of the way and let me go. She stood her ground, and I came to an indecisive stop.
“We’ve had a year’s worth of conflict in the past week alone,” Anderson countered, sounding tired. “Leave it be for a while, why don’t you?”
“Leave it be?” she cried, her voice rising. “How can you possibly ask me to leave it be? Especially when you run straight into the arms of your new girlfriend here.”
O-kay. Crazy as it seemed, I’d have to say that really was jealousy in Emma’s voice. Which made no sense.
“Listen,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as desperately uncomfortable as I was, “I’m going to get out of your hair. You two hash things out in private, okay?”
Neither one of them looked at me, locked in their own staring match. I’d had enough, so despite my reluctance to go anywhere near Emma when she looked like she was about to explode, I walked toward the doorway, giving her as wide a berth as I could.
Just as I thought I was home free and that she would let me pass unmolested, Emma reached out and grabbed the top of my arm in a brutally tight grip, yanking me toward her so hard that half my coffee sloshed out of the mug onto the floor.
“You listen here,” she growled at me, baring her teeth.
“Emma!” Anderson said sharply, and I heard the sound of his chair scraping hastily back. “What are you doing?”
Emma gave me a little shake. “You stay away from my husband. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
Yeah, she was making it perfectly clear that she was insane. Why did the nut cases always seem to focus on me?
I fought the urge to wince at the tightness of her grip. Maybe humoring the crazy would have been my best move, but I didn’t think
Why did I stay anyway? I guess I’m a glutton for punishment.
Emma brought her cup of coffee to the table, fixing me with a glare that made me shiver inside. There was a spark of madness in her gaze, and I really didn’t want it to remain fixed on me.
“I see you’re consoling my dear husband after our little quarrel,” Emma said with a curl of her lip. “How kind of you.”
Yikes. Guess I should have run when I had the chance. I held up my cup of coffee and tried to look nonchalant.
“I’m just drinking a cup of coffee. My laptop and I needed a little time apart.” I decided that it wasn’t too late to get out from between the happy couple, so I pushed my chair back from the table.
Emma was still staring daggers at me. Her expression reminded me a little too much of how Jamaal had looked when he’d lost his mind in rage, and I wondered exactly how unstable she was. I’d thought of her as annoying ever since she’d started talking again, but I’d never considered her dangerous.
The look in her eyes now said that had been a mistake.
“Nikki has every right to be here,” Anderson said quietly, and I tried not to wince. I was now officially stuck in the middle, and I wanted to kick myself for not getting out when the getting was good.
“I’m going to go back to work now,” I announced, eyeing the doorway longingly. Unfortunately, Emma had positioned herself in front of it, and consideringthe sparks in her eyes, I didn’t think getting close to her was a good idea.
“Oh, no,” Emma said with a hard smile. “Please don’t let me interrupt your little tête-à-tête. I know you and my husband get along famously .”
Double yikes. If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn she sounded jealous. But why the hell would a woman like her be jealous of someone like me? It wasn’t like there was anything going on between Anderson and me. I liked him and all, but there was nothing romantic about it.
Anderson heaved a sigh. “Please, Emma. Don’t be childish.”
She snorted. “Says the man who runs away from conflict as if it might kill him.”
I took a couple of steps toward the door, hoping maybe Emma would move out of the way and let me go. She stood her ground, and I came to an indecisive stop.
“We’ve had a year’s worth of conflict in the past week alone,” Anderson countered, sounding tired. “Leave it be for a while, why don’t you?”
“Leave it be?” she cried, her voice rising. “How can you possibly ask me to leave it be? Especially when you run straight into the arms of your new girlfriend here.”
O-kay. Crazy as it seemed, I’d have to say that really was jealousy in Emma’s voice. Which made no sense.
“Listen,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as desperately uncomfortable as I was, “I’m going to get out of your hair. You two hash things out in private, okay?”
Neither one of them looked at me, locked in their own staring match. I’d had enough, so despite my reluctance to go anywhere near Emma when she looked like she was about to explode, I walked toward the doorway, giving her as wide a berth as I could.
Just as I thought I was home free and that she would let me pass unmolested, Emma reached out and grabbed the top of my arm in a brutally tight grip, yanking me toward her so hard that half my coffee sloshed out of the mug onto the floor.
“You listen here,” she growled at me, baring her teeth.
“Emma!” Anderson said sharply, and I heard the sound of his chair scraping hastily back. “What are you doing?”
Emma gave me a little shake. “You stay away from my husband. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
Yeah, she was making it perfectly clear that she was insane. Why did the nut cases always seem to focus on me?
I fought the urge to wince at the tightness of her grip. Maybe humoring the crazy would have been my best move, but I didn’t think
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