Chapter Twenty-Five
Remy
Rachel stood in front of me, her hair loose and cheeks flushed. I’d arrived at her house a while ago to find her playing fetch with Henry in the yard. I stayed outside with her, wanting to ask about Bruce, but unsure how she’d feel about that.
Between the l**t that jolted me anytime I was near her and the intensity of my feelings for her, worrying about the bullshit Bruce was pulling had me tied up in knots.
We’d just come inside a few minutes prior. The sound of Henry lapping water from his bowl was in the background as I looked at her. “I heard about Bruce.” My mouth got ahead of my brain. f**k.
Rachel’s eyes widened. She was silent long enough that I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.
“What did you hear?” she asked softly.
“Rex mentioned Bruce was here.
