Page 109 of Let Me Keep You

I can’t forget how sweet she tasted and how tight her pussy squeezed my fingers, so it takes all my willpower not to stare at her mouth and replay the memory in my mind.

“I am.” I grab some sugar, needing the extra boost. “Ya miss me?”

I turn, and her bloodshot gaze meets mine. I can tell she’s been crying. The dark circles under her eyes are prevalent, and her cheeks are blotchy. While she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, she looks like someone ran over her dog. When I add in how Everleigh was acting last night, I’m concerned.

“Gemma,” I murmur and walk toward her. “Are you okay? What happened?” Leaning over the counter, I check her body for marks.

Tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Did he hit you?” My stomach tightens at the thought of that asshole laying another finger on her.

“No,” she whispers, glancing around to make sure Jerry isn’t listening.

“Tell me,” I demand.

Gemma swallows hard, then bows her head. She wipes away the tears that unintentionally spill over.

“Not here. After work?”

“Sure. You want me to come over so we can talk in private?”

My blood boils as I imagine what that fucker did to her. I’ve never seen her this upset, and the urge to find and use him as a human punching bag takes over.

Gemma licks her lips. “You sure that’d be appropriate? Your girlfriend wouldn’t mind?”

I arch a brow. “Girlfriend?” This is news to me.

“Ruby,” she clarifies. “Or whatever she is to you.”

Brushing a hand over my scruffy jaw, I hide the amused smirk behind my fingers. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’ll be cool with it.” It’s comical, considering Ruby would be far more interested in her or my sister. Too bad she can’t see that Ruby and I are only friends and the only woman I want is sitting in front of me.

Gemma nods. “I should meet you at Everleigh’s. It’s not safe for you to come to my house.”

“Are you safe?”

She glances around, focusing on the front windows. “Everleigh knows what’s going on, so it’ll be better if we talk there.”

“Gemma.” I lower my voice.

She snaps her eyes to mine as if she’s seen a ghost. She goes pale, and terror washes over her face.

“Why isn’t it safe?”

“I’ll tell you later, but the short story is Robert hired the private investigator who followed me. I don’t know if they still are, but I refuse to give Robert any more reasons to come after you.”

Pfft. I’d like to see him try.

“You’re sure it was him?” I was certain Victoria was behind it, but it makes sense if he feels that threatened by me.

“Positive. I found the receipts.”

I tap my knuckles on the counter and try to control the rage building inside me.

“Tyler…” My name comes out as a strained whisper. “He knows about us.”

I blink hard, my heart racing in my chest. “Knows what?”

We haven’t been an us in twelve years, and other than the make-out session misstep, we’ve kept our distance.