Everleigh: That’s fine. Just brace yourself, it was a bad situation.
Tyler: What do you mean?
My blood pressure rises.
Everleigh: I picked her up from his house on Monday night, and he didn’t want her to go. Told her she’d be sorry if she did.
That motherfucker.
Tyler: Jesus Christ. No wonder she’s still upset.
Everleigh: She was in pretty bad shape emotionally yesterday, so I was hoping she’d be a little better today.
Tyler: She said he hired a PI to follow us.
Everleigh: Yep. Robert wasn’t even sorry about it.
I don’t wish ill will toward many people, but he and Victoria are tied for the top spot.
Tyler: Fucking bullshit. I should’ve punched his face in when I had the chance.
Everleigh: He’s not worth it. I only hope Gemma sticks to her guns and doesn’t go back to him.
Tyler: You think she would?
Everleigh: Honestly, I don’t know.
That thought puts a bad taste in my mouth before I even get a chance to try my food. The moment I do, my eyes go wide.
“Hey,” Gemma says, walking toward me with a bag. “I got a couple of subs from the deli. Want one?”
I swallow down my bite and nearly gag. “Yes, please.”
Putting the lid back on the container, Gemma moves it away and chuckles. “Everleigh can’t cook.”
“I’m realizing this.”
She hands me one of the sandwiches.
“That’s why she was so willing to let me live with her. She needed a chef in the house.”
Gemma grins as she unwraps her food. “She lives off protein bars and smoothies from the cafe.”
“Hopefully, we’ll all be eating like kings tonight.”
She pops a brow. “Really? Whatcha making?”
“It’s a surprise. Just come hungry.”
“Don’t worry, I will. I haven’t eaten much over the past couple of days,” she admits with a frown.
“Everleigh told me she picked you up from his house. What happened?”
“Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now? I’ll tell you everything after work.”
“Of course. I’m sorry to bring it up again. What do you wanna chat about?” I ask, then take a large bite of the warm bread and meat.
“Where were you?”