“What?” His question had thrown her off. What game was he playing with her?
“Are you jealous?” he repeated. She pushed him away and gathered blankets to cover herself up.
“No, of course not,” she lied. “Why would I be?” Will smirked at her discomfort.
“I think you are,” he teased, amused at how flustered she was.
“I am absolutely not jealous of Vivian Stone.” Emma argued. “Not at all. In fact, I could care less if you’re with. I’m fine with it, if you want to be with her. Happy for you, even. Go and be with all the women you want for that matter. Go and hook up with ten more women if that makes you happy. It’s none of my business who you’re with,” Emma finished. Feelings for Will were beginning to grow in her, and she didn’t want any part of that. Nothing good would come fr
