“Gemma’s a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions. Marriage used to be a big deal to her, so I doubt she’d jump into a relationship just to do it,” I tell her, though I’m not convinced either after meeting the guy.
Everleigh finishes her drink, then leans back against the couch and looks at me. I can feel her eyes peeling back my flesh as though she’s ready to open me up and dissect my thoughts.
“Do you still have feelings for her? Like you used to?” She narrows her eyes as if she already knows my answer.
“What’s it matter? Even if I do, it wouldn’t change anything. She’s planning a wedding, and I won’t ruin that. After f*****g up her life enough already, I promised myself I’d stay away.”
Everleigh grins. “You didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t say yes, either,” I counter. “I’m Switzer
