Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

where Cy was hanging from the window.
    “Sweetheart, can you please get the door and put your guard dog to bed?” he asked calmly as he dangled two stories from the ground.
    “Don’t fall in her azalea bush or she’ll kill you,” Gemma grinned before answering the door. “Yes?”
    Miss Lily stepped into the room and looked around. “I was just going to bed. Is there anything I can get you before I retire?”
    “No, thank you. You’ve done more than enough.” The woman had kept her fed and undisturbed as she worked. For that she was grateful. But now she really wanted to get the man hanging from her window into her bed.
    “Okay then, dear. Good night.”
    “Good night, Miss Lily.” Gemma closed the door and quietly locked it.
    “Now we have all night together,” Cy whispered against her ear as he slid his hands under her shirt to gently cup her breasts.
    “How . . .” but she was cut off from asking how he snuck back into her room when he whipped her around and kissed her again. She pushed him back to the desk and kissed him back.
    Gemma ran her arms down his back, clinging to him as his hands slid up her legs and pushed her skirt up. Dink, dink, dink . Gemma pulled back. “Seriously? You couldn’t turn off your cell phone? Who’s begging to sleep with you now? Because it sure isn’t going to be me.” Gemma shoved down her skirt and crossed her arms over her chest. She was tired of all these women coming between them, and it was clear she shouldn’t even be thinking of a future with him when he couldn’t tell these women to back off.
    “My phone is in my room,” Cy snapped back as he stood up. “That’s all you, sweetheart.” He turned and walked to the window to look out and Gemma felt horrible. She had just hurt him and now she didn’t know what to do to fix it.
    “Cy, I’m so sorry. I guess I just don’t know what we’re doing. I’m not used to that. Usually there are dates, movies, and then comes the mind-blowing sex. And I’m certainly not used to competing for a man with America’s Sweetheart and women who get paid to be beautiful. Please say you understand.”
    Cy turned around and she saw the frustration on his face. “But don’t you see? There is no competition.” Dink, dink .
    “Are we okay?”
    “Yes. And now we’ve had our first fight. Let’s get to the make-up sex,” Cy grinned. “ Dink, dink . “But first why don’t you get that. Once I get started, I don’t want to stop.”
    Gemma nodded breathlessly and picked up her phone. “I found something.” She scrolled through the text messages and quickly typed back. She felt Cy come and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finish typing. “See, I figured out why I couldn’t get to the bottom of my sister’s notes. I was trying too hard to be her. I needed to do what I’m good at.”
    “That thing last night where you put your leg . . .”
    Gemma blushed. “No, I mean gossip. I’m good at finding out gossip,” Gemma laughed as she answered her now ringing phone.
     
    Cy leaned back and watched Gemma man the phone. She talked, texted, and emailed all at the same time as she worked to find the identity of some of the main players.
    “I’ll get you into the Pink Rose as a VIP as soon as I get back to L.A. if you can get this for me. Thanks.” Gemma hung up and immediately took another call. “That’s perfect. I’ll get you Lakers tickets when I’m back.”
    Cy felt a knot in his stomach. It was crazy, but the idea of her going back to California didn’t sit well with him. He was done with that life. The other night had meant more to him that he’d even admit to himself. Since then, he’d been thinking of starting a family here in Keeneston with her. But as she talked about getting home to L.A., he decided he must've read too much into it.
    Gemma continued to work with her back toward him and he could tell she was in her element. He wasn’t going to distract her now. He quietly unlocked the door and made his way back to his room, hoping he could figure her out. How could he be a spy, a professional at reading people, and yet Gemma was a mystery to him?
     
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    The irate boss slammed his fist on the Brazilian wood table and cursed. His most trusted advisors were around him giving him an update on his enterprises. Sure, they were all going well and he was making money hand over fist on the black market, but his one mistake was still haunting him.
    “I’ve had to