Page 41 of Let Me Keep You

“Nope, I mean it. She can marry the Prince of England for all I care, and I wouldn’t say a word.”

Everleigh snorts. “That’s not dramatic at all. Plus, how would she meet a prince in small-town Alabama?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one who watches all those Lifetime and Hallmark movies.”

She laughs, but it quickly fades.

“Well, I’m just frustrated with the whole thing, even more now that Gemma’s told me some more personal details.”

I don’t want to know, but she continues before I can beg her to stop.

“When a man is too tired to have sex with someone as hot as Gemma and throws her to the side like she’s some play toy, there’s an issue.”

Well, I didn’t expect that. What the fuck? So Robert’s old and unable to satisfy her?

“When a man tries to buy my best friend’s love instead of showing it, I know something’s wrong. What’s even more annoying is I can’t be the one to save her. She has to save herself and admit he’s all wrong for her, but I feel like she’s already too tangled up with him. The whole town knows they’re engaged. She’d rather go through with the wedding than disappoint her father.”

“Well, then let her make that decision because she’s the one who has to live with it,” I say even though I’m boiling inside.

Gemma pretends everything is picture-perfect on the outside, but according to what she’s telling my sister, it’s all fake.

Everleigh shakes her head. “It’s not supposed to be like this for her, though.”

“There’s nothing you can do except be there for her and support whatever she decides.”

I want to shake some goddamn sense into Gemma and help her realize she doesn’t love him the way she once loved me. She’s jeopardizing her own happiness to make others happy.

“I will be,” she concedes. “I’m just frustrated and annoyed.”

“And drunk.”

“Maybe a tad tipsy but not drunk yet,” she says with a hiccup, and I shake my head with a laugh. She shared more about Gemma than I think she was supposed to, but I’m glad she did. Although I want to stay out of it, I’m not so sure it’s possible anymore.

Sassy jumps on the couch and lays her head on my lap. “This is ridiculous. You go from wanting to bite my legs off to claiming them as yours.”

“She likes you.” Everleigh reaches over and pets her head, then uses baby talk. “Because she’s such a good girl, yes she is, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, she’s precious,” I deadpan. “She scratches on the bedroom door until I let her in so she can sleep with me.”

“It seems like she’s training you just fine.” Everleigh bends down and kisses Sassy’s head. “Such a smart dog.”

“Har har. Now all I need to do is teach her to fetch me a beer from the fridge, and then she’ll be the perfect companion.”

“I wouldn’t bet your money on that.”

We continue watching TV until neither of us can stop yawning. I’ve been getting up early to work out, and if I’m frustrated in the afternoons, I go back for round two. Plus, being on my feet all day doing manual labor is exhausting.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed.” I stand, stretching my arms over my head.

Everleigh agrees with another yawn. “Same. Good night.”

I walk toward my room, but before I can open the door, Everleigh calls out my name. When I turn around, I see Sassy’s on my heels. “I’m glad you came back, brother. I’ve missed you a lot.”

I smile. “I missed you too.”

Once Sassy’s in my room, she jumps on my bed like it’s hers. Deciding I need to talk to Liam, I pull out my phone.

Tyler