Chapter Thirty-One
The women must have made some kind of a pact to never leave Emma alone. They’d circled her like mama elephants with a baby, flapping their ears at anyone who ventured too close. How in the hell was he supposed to explain himself in front of them? They’d judged him, and he’d come up short.
Jason clapped him on the shoulder. “Are you going to talk to her or just stare at her all day?”
“They’re like fruit flies. I can’t get within ten feet of her before one of them swoops in and starts talking to her, or drags her off,” he growled.
Jason chuckled. “Time to man up. You need to show your girl how much she means to you.
“She’s not my girl,” he mumbled.
“But you want her to be?”
Sterling nodded. “More than anything.”
“Then don’t sit on your a*s, go get her.”
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