My attention flew to a gorgeous, pretty, white one. “Really?”
“People buy them from me.” He almost sounded surprised.
“Wow. I think this one is my favorite.” I pointed to a smaller orchid. It was white, with a pink center, tiny purple dots across it, and a frilly edge.
“Mine too.” His voice was thick. “It’s one of mine. One of the first ones I created.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “What’s it called?”
He paused for a second and I thought I saw a blush in his cheeks underneath the stubble.
“Georgiana. It’s called Georgiana.”
My heart stopped.
He’d created a flower and named it after me. Had he thought of me all these years?
He hadn’t forgotten me?
“Come on, you should sit down.” He led me to a bench nestled in the greenery. “I want you to rest.”
For just a little while, I wanted to hide from reality. To stay here in the lush greenery, just the two of us.
Where I had no dead parents, no dead brother and sister.
And there was no Dean Snyder.
I sank onto the bench and breathed deeply.
But I knew I couldn’t run away from reality. No matter how much I wished I could.
“Nash, about Snyder?—”
Nash sat beside me and held up a hand. “Not today.”
“But—”
He shook his head. “Today, you let me take care of you and nothing else. Okay?”
I bit my lip, then nodded.
“Good. Now, I’m going to fill the watering can and I’ll let you water the flowers.”
CHAPTER 15
NASH
My arms crossed over my chest, I watched Bastian, Cole, Landon, and Alessio stalk into my villa like they owned the place.
Well, technically Bastian did, I guess.
“How is she?” Landon asked.
“Sore. She’s napping.” It was late afternoon now, and I’d bullied Georgie into eating again and taking some meds. We’d watched some TV, but she’d been tired and had started falling asleep.
I’d tucked her into my bed and then I’d watched her sleep for a while, spending time counting the freckles sprinkled over her nose. I got the impression she hadn’t had a good sleep for a long time.
That would be changing.
