Matt leaned against the wall across from the bathrooms and waited for Emma to come out. He had watched her slip in as he rounded the corner and told Marissa to take off when she came out of the bathroom next to Emma.
A few women were eyeing him with interest, but they made his skin crawl. If he were honest, most women did until he met Emma. He crossed his arms, fixed a scowl to get them to leave him alone, and kept his gaze on the door that separated him from Emma. Nerves about what had just happened between them all messed with his emotions, and he only hoped Emma hadn’t seen Ashlyn rip open his jeans in front of her.
Kyle looked wrecked when he managed to pull out of Ashlyn’s grasp, and he barely noticed Emma’s face as she bolted from the table.
He thought she had to have seen it if
