"I literally saw him heading that way, probably didn’t make it here before you slipped out," Emily Carter said.
Arms crossed, Amelia Johnson shot her a sideways glance. "Then why didn’t you step in when Zoey Mitchell tried to slap me just now?"
Emily scratched her nose, a bit sheepish. "I was scared she'd swing at me too."
Amelia cracked her knuckles. "Oh yeah? So you’re not scared of me?"
"Hey hey hey, just messing around! I knew you had it handled." Emily let out a dry snort. "But honestly, if that slap really landed, who cares who she is—I'd make sure she lost a few teeth."
"Look at your ex standing right there like a statue. Didn’t say a word, didn’t move. What, sudden paralysis?" Emily scoffed in Ethan Collins’s direction, clearly unimpressed.
Amelia’s lips curled
