“Oh, my God, Emma!” Leila’s excitable voice grabbed her attention as she dove on Emma from the right of Jake; she had obviously followed him when he headed to the bar. Throwing herself around Emma, who was only inches taller, and almost hauled her off her shoes. Jake didn’t move, just continued to watch her, unable to tear his eyes from that face that could stop the world from turning. He didn’t care that the women just to his left were subtly trying to capture his ...