I was shaking, I was so mad. I walked around for a few minutes and then turned back toward where Ryan and I were set up. Ryan and Emmy were talking; she had a smile on her face.
“You good?” Ryan asked.
“No.” I said and walked past them.
“Luke?” Emerson said and reached for my arm.
I looked down at her tiny hand touching my skin. “What?”
“I didn't know you guys were friends.” She said never taking her hand from my arm.
“Friends is a heavy stretch.” I said, looking out over the crowd to find him watching us. I wanted to make sure he knew that no matter what he said that she was mine. “And he seems to think he is your boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Your boyfriend,” I repeated.
“He isn't my boyfriend. He works with my grandfather. I’ve known him since we went to school together, but it isn't like that.”
“So, it isn't like that? Is it with him kinda like it isn't like that with me?”
Her hands flew to her hips, and she cocked her head to the side. I could tell that I was probably ticking her off, but I didn't care.
“No, it isn't at all like that.” She looked up at me. “Why are you acting like this?”
“Cause the thought of another man touching you makes we want to punch something, preferably him, especially after what he just said to me.”
“Okay, that's enough.” Ryan stepped into the conversation. “You need to go take a walk.” He pointed at me and then to the parking lot.
“I'm not finished here.” I shoved at Ryan’s arm.
“Yes, you are. Go.” He shoved me back.
I turned and walked away. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Chris smirk and then thrust his hips in Emerson’s direction.
I whipped my body around and started to walk back toward him, but Ryan got in my way.
“Go.” He pointed again. I saw Emerson look over her shoulder and see Chris wave and smile.
I walked toward my truck, punching the tailgate as I walked past it. My hand screamed, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but Emerson and the accusations that had just been made. Maybe I had read it all wrong, maybe she was with him or had been or something. I wanted to kick myself for everythi
ng I had just said and done.
Chapter Twenty
Emerson
“What the hell just happened?” I looked to Ryan for answers.
“I don't know. Do you have anything you want to tell me?” He looked at me. For the first time, I saw anger in his eyes.
“No!” I said and looked over the parking lot trying to find Luke.
“He’s upset at what was just said to him,” Ryan said pulling my eyes back to his.
“What did Chris say to him?” I asked.
“That you were his girlfriend, and that he couldn't wait to get in your panties again tonight.”