“No, the first punch was after he mentioned Marissa. You’re wrong,” I shrug, my emotions raw. I start biting my thumbnail anxiously, the fingers of my other hand instantly finding a strand of my hair to tug as old Emma's insecurity takes over. 

“Jake wouldn’t hit him if he weren’t already riled, Emma. He started growling the second he saw Ben talking to you; I was beside him. As soon as he saw him near you, he put his drink down in readiness for battle.” He smiles gently ...