Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

did save my life. What do I say to that?” Gemma rambled nervously between gasps of air as they zigzagged between buildings.
    Cy couldn’t help but grin as he slowed to a stop, hiding behind a dumpster.  “A thank-you is good enough. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a woman in distress? I’d never be allowed back home if my ma found out.” Cy held out his hand. “I’m Cy Davidson. It’s nice to meet you, even under the circumstances.”
    Gemma shook his hand, staring in bewilderment as their hands intertwined. His wasn’t even shaking. Hers on the other hand were a sweaty, trembling mess. “You’re not even shaking.” She looked up into his hazel eyes. Green flecks, the same shade as hers, were woven in between bits of gold.  From what she could tell by his short hair, it was a dark blond with a bit of auburn in it. His shoulders seemed to go on for miles and the way he looked in a t-shirt and jeans was ridiculous.
    “I’m a stuntman. Or I was. Today was my last day. I’m retired. I kinda live for the adrenaline rush. Getting shot at wasn’t anything compared to leaping a building like I did a couple of hours ago. What about you, Gemma?”
    “Ugh. It figures you’re Hollywood. At least your teeth aren’t capped.” Cy chuckled at this spitfire in front of him. She came up to his chin and he had the strongest desire to wrap his arms around her and protect her. He didn’t know why, because in all honesty, she was a mess. Her shirt was partially untucked from her jeans. Her shiny brunette hair stuck out in every direction and she smelled quite bad. But beneath that were full breasts, a narrow waist, and curvy hips that caused images of her naked and on top of him to fly through his mind.
    “And what do you do, Gemma? Is your job why these guys were chasing you?” Cy asked.
    “I’m an investigative reporter for Inside Peek magazine. Sadly, this is the second time tonight I've hidden behind a dumpster.” Gemma took a breath and tried to keep herself together. “And those men were after me because of my sister. They murdered her earlier this evening and I have something they want,” she said with a death grip on her shoulder bag.
    “I am so sorry, honey. I can’t imagine losing one of my brothers or my sister.” Gemma held her breath as the huge man with the slight southern accent enveloped her in a hug. Fred chose that moment to stick his head out and make himself known with a whine. “Oh, please tell me the dog isn’t the witness to the crime and the only one able to ID the killers?”
    Gemma shot him a look that told him to eat shit, but he only laughed and grabbed Fred. “Wait. He doesn’t know you . . .” Gemma’s worried words trailed off as she watched Fred attack the man’s stubbled chin with kisses.
    “Aren’t you a sweet puppy?” Cy cooed. “Now, why don’t you tell me more about your sister and what those guys are after?”
    Who was this man? Gemma didn’t know, but for now he was better than her sister's killers. “Umm. I’m supposed to meet the police. A detective was on his way when they broke in. If you could just get me to him, that’s all I need.” Gemma didn’t know why, but she was suddenly protective of all her information. What if he was one of them? He kinda looked like them—big and scary when fighting.
    Cy chuckled again. “You’re thinking I’m one of them, aren’t you?”
    “No,” Gemma denied instantly, but then Cy raised just one eyebrow. “Okay, yes. But, my dog likes you, so I guess you can’t be too bad.”
    “I’m not bad at anything, honey,” Cy said with a wink.
    Gemma groaned. She escaped a killer but landed with a cocky stuntman. What was next? Being served by a dance crew?
    “So, you were going to tell me about your sister,” he prompted.
    “My twin sister is . . . was . . . Gia Perry.”
    “The international reporter? She broke some huge stories. She must've stumbled onto something big. Is that what you have?” Cy asked.
    “Yes, that’s Gia. She was working on something. I don’t know what, though. I didn’t have time to look. And I certainly am not doing this in the middle of an alley. Now, please, take me to Detective Greene.” Gemma looked around nervously.
    “Sure.” Cy pulled out his cell phone and she started feeling anxious. She felt time ticking and all she wanted to do was get to Detective Greene and hide out in the police station until these men were caught. “Let me just make a