Chapter Thirty-Four
Diego
I was more than ready for a hot shower and a change of clothes. I told myself it didn’t make sense to try to see Gemma right away. She’d made it clear she didn’t want to see me. And she hadn’t responded to my message.
Apparently, my hands had other ideas. As soon as my truck came close to the road that led to her place, I turned. Mentally, I asked myself why, but I kept going.
When I pulled in, I didn’t have a plan. Then, I saw Gemma walking into the barn with her arm in a sling. What the hell?
She didn’t look back, and I presumed she hadn’t heard me pulling in. I hustled out of my truck and jogged across the parking area, following her into the barn. I saw her just as she turned into the feed room at the back. In another second, I was standing in the doorway
