Emily's face flashed with a shy, angry look. She turned away and grunted, "Jealous? You've overestimated yourself. How could I possibly be jealous?"

"Is that so?" Ryker smirked, staring at her. Taking his time, he said, "I sense someone's jealousy toward Deirdre. Could it be that you fear she'll steal my heart, just like she stole Brendan's?"

"You—"

Before Emily could vent her anger, Ryker leaned over and kissed her passionately. His technique was exquisite, leaving Emily unable to resist, on