Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
“Good night, Gemma,” I say.
“Night,” she tells me as I reach for the handle, then we both get out so she can hop in the driver’s side. Being with her is so damn electrifying, and it’s so hard to walk away, but somehow I do. I’ll kiss her when the timing is right, when she’s ready, but that’s not now.
As she backs out of the driveway, I send her a text.
Tyler: Drive safe. Let me know when you get home.
Before she pulls away, she messages me back.
Gemma: I will.
When she’s out of sight, I go inside and force myself to take a cold shower. By the time I get out, she sends me another text to say she made it safely back, and I tell her sweet dreams. I have a feeling tonight I’ll be staring at the ceiling for hours thinking about her before I finally drift off.
Gemma’s always had that effect on me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
GEMMA
After last night’s shitstorm, I’m a ball of emotions. I have to give Dad the news that Robert and I won’t be getting married. Even though he’ll be disappointed, I hope he understands why. We’ve always been close, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him, but I hate letting him down. I don’t plan on going into detail about Robert’s pushiness or how he tried to mold me into a Stepford wife. It will be short and to the point—we just weren’t meant to be together.
“Hey, Daddy,” I greet as soon as I walk into the kitchen. He’s drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper at the table.
“There’s my girl.” He kisses my cheek when I lean down to hug him. “How ya doing, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been better, but I’m okay.” I move around him and go straight to the coffee maker.
“Gonna explain what’s goin’ on?” he asks with concern etched on his face. “Everything okay?”
“I’ll explain. Do you want me to make breakfast first?”
“Sure, just somethin’ light is fine, though,” he insists.
I drink my coffee while I cook western omelets, and he talks about the local news. Though I’m more occupied with how to start this conversation, so I’m barely listening.
“Gemma?”
“Hmm?”
“What’s burnin’?”
My mouth falls open as I smell smoke coming from the toaster. “Shit!” I quickly unplug it and remove the dark, crisp bread. “Whoops. I’ll make more, hold on.”
“You sure you don’t want any help?”
I turn off the stove and slide the pan from the burner before I burn that too. “No, I’ve got it. Just sit tight.”
Ten minutes later, I have our food plated and set on the table with coffee refills.
“Smells delicious, sweetie.” Dad beams as he dives into his omelet.
“Thanks. Sorry, I’m distracted.”
“I can see that. What’s goin’ on?”
Swallowing hard, I stare at my food and blow out a ragged breath. It’s now or never.
I look up at him, trying to stay strong. “I called off the wedding,” I say, ripping off the Band-Aid.
Dad immediately lowers his fork and frowns. “Oh.”
I close my eyes to keep the tears from falling. I’m not crying over the loss of my relationship with Robert. It’s the disappointment on my dad’s face that makes me emotional. I tried to prepare myself for his reaction, but it didn’t do any good.
“Did you two break up last night?”
Nodding, I wipe my wet cheeks with my napkin. “I ended it earlier this week. Marrying a man I wasn’t in love with anymore didn’t feel right.” It’s the truth, just not the whole truth.
“I only want you to be happy, Gemma. I hope you know that.”
“I do, but I feel awful because you’ve been so excited to walk me down the aisle and have talked about it for months. I was scared you’d be upset with me.”
Dad reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. “Of course, I like the idea of you getting married and starting a family, but it has to be with the right man. That’s all that matters to me. Maybe I got excited by the way Robert could take care of you, but I only want what’s best for you.”
“I can take care of myself, Daddy,” I assure him with a small smile.
“You sure can. C’mere.”
Pushing my chair back, I walk over to my dad and wrap my arms around him. When he hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead, relief floods through me.
“The whole town is gonna know in a matter of hours,” I whine. “I hate how they all gossip.”
“Don’t worry about them. They’ll talk about it for a couple of days, then move on to the next big thing.”
God, I hope so. I just want to put this all behind me and start over.
“I have to ask,” he mutters when I take my seat across from him. “Does your change of heart have anything to do with Tyler?”
“Dad!” I gasp, shocked he’d ask that. “I’ve already told you that we’re only friends.”