"I... You... who said I was jealous?" she countered, though it was very obvious. Then, Nikolai walked in and it was even more obvious because Bridget's cheeks pinkened and she let out a sigh, taking a deep swig of her wine. "I have no claim on him, Daphne. He has a lot of friends and... I'm not about to turn into a green, jealous witch because he had lunch with someone else," she insisted, trying to be a grown up about it. Truth was, she really wanted to know where they stood.