Emma Tremont desperately wanted to change the subject, but Declan Darcy kept bringing it back up.
He counter-questioned, "What's wrong with doing it in a public place? Isn't kissing allowed?"
"Um…"
Declan Darcy's voice dropped, "Emmy, are you still thinking about that Aspen Savage?"
It was still a bit strange for her to hear Aspen Savage's name from Declan Darcy's mouth.
Emma Tremont was about to shake her head, when a thought flitted through her mind, and she gritted her teeth.
"When you were at the café, were you also thinking about another woman?"
Declan Darcy countered, "Are you jealous?"
Emma Tremont touched her face
Did she look like a jealous wife now?
"I'm not!" Emma Tremont defended firmly, "Why is it alright for you to think about other women, but it's not okay for me to think of other men?"
Declan Darcy's face darkened, "Not allowed."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so."
"Your word doesn't count!"
