Chapter 13

She was wandering around wearing a top, and for the first time, he noticed the other two were not. Completely topless, and he suddenly felt pissed. If topless men could make Emma uneasy, then that sure as hell would do it too. He wanted to throw towels over both of them.

“You know Marissa well?” Her voice broke into his thoughts, and he felt himself freeze. He had never expected this question to come from her, and the last thing he wanted her to know was anything about his past with Marissa. How the hell she had even picked up on anything was beyond him. He sure wasn’t putting out any signals where that harpy was concerned.

“Once.” He felt his pulse quicken and his head go into evasive mode. He didn’t want to dredge up the past and admit he had been too blind to realize his teen girlfriend and best mate had been fucking behind his back and sent him into a few years of booze, d****, idiotic behavior, and woman. He didn’t want Emma to know that part of him or tying him to