"Amelia!" Jim growled. He immediately shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my soaked,in a sorry plight shoulders, shielding me from the mortifying stares. He pulled me tight against his side, his arm a firm barrier around me. His icy gaze swept over the girl who"d spilled the drink and Tabitha"s smug face before finally landing on Luke, filled with furious disbelief. "Luke! You"re just going to stand there?!" Jim"s voice shook with suppressed rage. Luke looked at me—pale, trembling, sheltered in Jim"s embrace. His lips pressed into a hard, cold line. He didn"t answer Jim. Instead, he turned to Tabitha, his voice finally laced with unmistakable annoyance and chill. "Tabitha, control your friends. And your time as my guest is over. Take them and leave. Now." The triumph on Tabitha
