me.
“Sure, thanks,” I say, taking it.
She pulls another one out for herself and immediately takes a sip. “I didn’t wanna say anything when she was here, but you should’ve seen the look in Robert’s eyes. He was deranged.”
“I swear, that asshole has some serious issues.”
“You’re telling me. There’s possessive in like a sexy, alpha way, and then there’s psycho in a needs-a-straitjacket kinda way. I could hardly sleep that night, thinking of what he would’ve done to her if I hadn’t come pick her up.”
My jaw clenches at the thought. I don’t understand how someone as amazing and beautiful as Gemma ended up with such a tool bag. I get the feeling that if her mom were alive, she would’ve warned her about Robert a long time ago. When she’d write me letters, she talked about her mom and how she wished she was around to ask her about girl stuff. Gemma’s dad only gets glimpses of what Robert wants to share and has no idea who he really is.
“I’m gonna go to bed so I can get up early and beat the punching bag before work since I have to train tomorrow evening.”
“You’re working too much,” she says. “I feel like I never see you these days. We spoke more when you were in prison than we do now.”
I roll my eyes when she laughs, then chug half the bottle. “Not true. I have this thing called a cell phone now that you can call and text at any time.”
“Oh, shoot. I totally forgot about that.”
“And you wonder why you’re single with that smartass mouth.”
“Maybe it’s because all the guys in town are taken?”
“They can’t all be.”
“Oh, you’re right. Some live in their parents' basements and play video games from sunup to sundown.”
“Come to the gym with me tomorrow. Plenty of men there.”
“Hard pass. I’m not getting up a minute earlier than I have to. Not to mention, gym rats care more about their muscles than women.”
“Whatcha trying to say?” I lift my sleeve and flex.
She snorts and playfully pushes my chest when she walks around me. “Good night, Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
I take a sleeping pill so I can fall asleep. By the time my alarm goes off, I’m ready to blow off some steam. Once I’m done, I shower and feel a lot better. It’s exactly what I needed before heading to the shop. When I walk in, I see Gemma’s pretty face behind the counter.
With bright eyes, she smiles at me with dark-colored lips. She’s acting as though she has no worries in the world, almost as if she hasn’t been crying for the past few days.
“Morning,” I say, lowering my eyes to her orange shirt and smirking. “Getting ready for Halloween early?”
She frowns. “No. It’s my favorite—”
“Color. Yeah, I remember.”
Gemma sighs with a grin. “Of course, you do.”
I step closer to her. “It looks good on you.”
“Thanks.” Gemma stares into my eyes as I study how green hers are, neither of us speaking.
“Did you sleep okay last night?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“As good as expected, I guess. You?”
“I took some meds so I could, then got up early this morning to hit the gym.”
“You like working out there?”
I smile. “I do. My offer still stands to teach you some self-defense moves if you wanna learn a few techniques.”
Gemma raises her brows. “You think I should?”
Shrugging, I grin. “Wouldn’t hurt.” It’d also mean I’d get to spend more time with her.
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
I nod, then pour a cup of coffee and nod. “Alright. Well, if you decide you wanna, come in around seven.”
Once I enter the garage, I glance over my shoulder and catch Gemma watching me. I flash her a smirk, and I swear she blushes before turning away. Something between us is happening, but I’m not complaining. Even though her life is a little messy right now, I want to be there for her. After our conversation last night, I won’t be letting her go ever again.
* * *
Dear Tyler,
The seniors are putting together a Pumpkin Ball to raise money for our class trip in the spring. It’s Friday, and as much as I wanna go and be with my friends, I’m the only one without a date. Well, technically I have one, Ben Bernard, whose boyfriend lives in Texas. Since we can’t take the people we want, we’re going together.
He’s a great dancer, so it’ll be fun at least, but I still wish you were here. I feel like it’s taking forever