Chapter 92

Gemma

Even though I yelled for Nathan—I mean, Mr. Kincaid—to stop, I’m still shocked when he does. He turns his large body, one expressive eyebrow arched as though he didn’t expect me to follow him. “Yes, Ms. Mercer?”

I stumble in my heels. My pride is hurt and I don’t like how amused Mr. Kincaid looks when he sizes me up and sees me panting, but my humiliation isn’t worth more than my dad’s job.