Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rachel
Setting down my glass of wine, I stared at Remy. “What?”
“I saw Bruce today,” Remy repeated.
His expression was controlled, but I sensed the anger simmering under the surface. As safe as I felt with Remy, I knew this was a sore spot for him. Hell, it was a sore spot for me. For damn good reason. Yet, it changed the way I felt when he mentioned Bruce. I didn’t want him, or anyone, to think I couldn’t handle this s**t on my own.
“Where?” My question slipped out. I was honestly curious, but I hated the brief flicker of fear that swamped me. In the time since Bruce had been in my life and I kicked him out of it, I’d learned the fear he created continued to come in waves. There was no rhyme or reason to it.
Sometimes the waves were abrupt and nearly crushing. Ot
