GEMMA
This woman had a fiery mane of red hair, just cascading down her back in loose curls. She had blue eyes and a lean body with curves. The color of her, black had to be her color and she was serving with this leather jacket and pants she had on.
"Ria," George said and I was surprised to hear the relief in his voice. He took a step forward and wrapped his hands around her, pulling her into a hug.
It lasted for only a few seconds but the way they had melted into each other hands told me there was more to their story than meets the eye. There was history between them.
They pulled apart and she smiled before bringing her eyes to me. "You must be Gemma." She said holding out her hand. I shook it.
"Come on. You look like you've been through a lot." Ria said. She turned, her heels resoun
