Page 10 of Get Undressed With Me

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked away from him then, out her window. “Tell you what?”

“You know what.”

Brittany blew out a breath that felt long and deep.

“Why would I tell you about my stalker? It’s not like we were friends. You made that crystal clear the last time I saw you.”

“I’m always your friend, Brittany. Even when you’re ruining the carpet.”

“That carpet was ugly. I did Robbie a favor.”

She was deflecting, but Gus couldn’t let her. She was his client now, and he needed to know everything to keep her safe.

“The file says you’ve been dealing with this for a year. As long as you were with Robbie. You never mentioned anything.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done. I went to the police. They made it clear that without real evidence or the guy escalating, I had to wait and hope he lost interest.”

Red. That’s what Gus saw at her words, the idea that she finally worked herself up to go to the police and they just sent her away. And gnawing in the back of his mind was the knowledge that she had never, not once, mentioned this to him.

“Did Robbie know?”

“Yeah. He was at my place when one of the packages was dropped off.”

Robbie knew and never told Gus. Which probably made sense, since Robbie was the one dating Brittany, but still. Gus should’ve known she was going through this.

“What did he do?”

“What do you think Robbie did?”

Gus thought about it. “Probably was worried out of his mind. Wanted to install security cameras and new locks to keep you safe. I’m surprised he didn’t call me to help.”

She was quiet for so long that Gus glanced over at her. She was staring at him again, her expression hard to read.

Finally, Brittany answered. “Well, then you don’t know your brother very well.”

There was something about that statement that rubbed Gus the wrong way, but he didn’t know how to respond. Because it was true. Whenever he thought he knew Robbie, Robbie went and did something completely out of left field and often made ahuge mess that Gus would end up having to clean up. And if he hadn’t even bothered to tell Gus that Brittany had a stalker…

“You might be right.”

Brittany rubbed her temples. “How the hell are we going to get through this weekend? This is awkward as fuck, I’m already stressed about work, and I’m not sure how much more I can handle.”

“I’m only here to watch your back. I stay in the background, out of the way. You’ll barely notice I’m there.”

She snorted at that. “Gus, you’re a lot of things, but you don’t fade into the background.”

Gus didn’t know what to say to that. He had made a career of being able to blend, to not be noticed. And when Robbie was around, it was even easier, since Robbie liked to soak up attention. But now Brittany was saying otherwise, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

Which meant it was time to change the subject.

“I have your schedule for Kickoff. I’ll pick you up at your hotel in the morning, and we’ll make our way to the center together. You’re not to be out of my sight.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“More fun than the possible alternative.”

“And what about Robbie?”

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