Keeping You Away - Kennedy Fox Page 0,31

dinner just to look good in front of other uptight men.

When I turn to walk to the break room, I notice the grin on her face falters, but she puts it back on, forcing it. God, he’s a moron. And this act, fuck. It’s disgusting.

She’s smart enough to see it, but then again, maybe she’s not the same girl I fell in love with all those years ago. He’s using her to show how much of a family man he is while also putting her on display like she’s some kind of trophy. I finish my water, and Jerry comes in with a wide smile.

“You did well today and were an enormous help,” Jerry says. “I think we might get caught up before the end of next week. Thanks for workin’ so hard.”

“Well, thank you again for the opportunity. I appreciate it more than I can explain.”

After we exchange our goodbyes, I decide to leave. There’s no way I’m sticking around to watch the Gemma and fiancé shitshow. Before I can walk past the counter, her man stops me, sizing me up.

“Who’s this?” he asks Gemma, but he’s giving me a threatening glare.

“I’m Tyler,” I answer for her, reaching out to shake his hand. He gives me a million-dollar smile that’s fake as fuck and squeezes my hand as hard as he can. It’s a warning, and I give him the same pressure.

“He’s my dad’s new employee,” Gemma tells him. “So he doesn’t get behind over the summer.”

“I’m Robert, Gemma’s future husband.”

I swallow down a laugh at how obnoxious he is. “Congrats. Well, I gotta go. Nice meeting you,” I say dryly and get the fuck out of there.

My adrenaline spikes as I walk outside past the clean windows and notice he’s talking to Gemma with his arms raised. Intimidation isn’t a good look for him, especially since he seems like the type of guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Instead of going home, I stop by Everleigh’s boutique. The front door is locked, so I tap lightly, and when she sees me, she rushes to let me in.

“Hey!” She gives me a side hug before re-locking the door. “How was your first day?”

I laugh with a shrug. “It was work. Got filthy and hustled.”

Everleigh walks around and straightens up racks and refolds shirts that have been picked up and crumpled by customers. I admire what she’s been able to accomplish with her store. It’s cozy and hip, a place she would’ve killed someone to walk through when she was a teen. She offers a number of appealing items—T-shirts, jewelry, dresses, jeans, and even novelty items like coffee mugs and tumblers. All with witty sayings that reflect her personality.

“Was Gemma weird today?" she blurts out. “I mean, with you being there, did she seem like it bothered her?”

“Nah. Not until her future husband walked in,” I repeat it the same way Robert had.

Everleigh lets out a hearty laugh. “He tries too hard sometimes.”

“No shit.” I roll my eyes.

“He means well, but he’s very concerned about his reputation.”

“I noticed.” Compared to most townspeople, he sticks out like a sore thumb in his expensive suit and George Clooney haircut.

“He’s not Gemma’s type at all. I mean, he’s a good-looking guy, but he’s too old for her.”

That makes me snort because I thought the same thing. “How old is he anyway?”

“Like forty-five or something. Gemma told me he uses Touch of Gray hair dye.” She chuckles. “But you didn’t hear that from me.” She puts a finger over her lips.

“Seriously?” I’d laugh if I didn’t have so many questions, but I also don’t bother asking. Based on the little information Everleigh told me, the feeling I had when he first walked into the shop was valid.

I’m already convinced she’s not as in love with him as she claims. She’s settling.

But the real question is why?

Chapter Eight

GEMMA

I understand how important it is to Robert that I join him at his business dinner, but I hate that it’s not just the two of us. Though I smiled through our whole conversation, Tyler looked as if he could see straight through me. After working all day, the last thing I want to do is entertain strangers, but I go anyway.

When we walk in, I expect us to be meeting one or two people, but it’s an entire table filled with men in suits. This annoys me more than anything, but I keep the smile planted. Something I became really good at after my mom passed