Chapter Sixteen
Diego
Gemma’s eyes widened as she stared back at me. She’d been about to take a bite of one of those rolls and lowered it slowly to the plate. “Soon?”
I nodded, trying not to laugh. I understood her anxiety because meeting my sister was akin to coming face to face with a freight train. There was no stopping her, and Gemma didn’t even know that. “I did tell you she was already here.”
Gemma nodded, popping one of those rolls into her mouth and closing her eyes as she chewed. I couldn’t look away from the sight of her lush, plump lips closing around the roll. It didn’t help matters one iota when she let out a soft moan of satisfaction, which sent a poorly timed jolt of l**t through my body.
Opening her eyes, she swallowed. “Daphne’s food is a religious experience,” she sa
