At a red light, James watched Emily texting, her face all soft and happy.

Must be that guy, he thought.

Something in his chest tightened, and he felt cranky for no reason.

When the light turned green, he floored it.

Emily smacked her head on the seat and dropped her phone.

She rubbed her forehead, shooting daggers at James.

He kept a straight face like nothing happened.

Emily grabbed her phone, stuffed it in her purse, and ...