Emma shrugged. "That's none of your business," she said, struggling to sound cool and composed.
"It damn well is my business!" James raged. "He was here, with you. That makes it my business!"
She looked away. "I don't see how."
"When someone is running around with what belongs to me behind my back," James said coldly, "I generally make it my business."
She glowered. "What do you care? Its not as though I mean anything to you."
"You mean everything to me!" James shouted. "That's the damn point!" His tone softened. "And what about the baby, Emma? When were you going to tell me, Em?"
"I don't see why I should have."
His eyes widened, and she thought there was just the tiniest hint of pain in them. "You don't think I had a right to know about my own child?"
"It's not as though you want
