There was a look that could almost be construed as hurt in James' eyes, Emma thought warily, as he stood and stared at them for a moment longer. She brushed the thought quickly away though, surprised at herself for feeling even an inkling of guilt, and watched waiting for the rage that she knew simmered in the depths of his eyes, then bit her lip, as he turned and strode abruptly away once again.
She must not feel guilty, Emma told herself, finding her way to a chair and sinking down heavily. She did not belong to him, and it was not as if she had asked Kit to kiss her. He'd been drunk, after all. And besides, who was he to say who she could kiss and who couldn't? She had the right to kiss anyone she wanted!
"Emma," Luc's voice brought her back to the present. He was holding her drink in
