Dot shrugged. “All I seem to do these days is work.”
“Me too,” Nhiari said.
Georgie itched to ask them if there was anything new on Stonefish, but they wouldn’t tell her, especially not in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
As she finished eating her excellent burger, her phone rang. Quickly she wiped her fingers on a napkin and saw it was Sam. “Excuse me.” They’d turned up the music so she stuck a finger in one ear as she answered. “Hey, Sammy, have you found another place you want me to look at?”
His answer was faint.
“Hang on, I can’t hear you. Give me a sec.” She strode through the restaurant, her heels clicking on the floorboards, and headed outside. “All right, shoot.”
“Where are you?”
“At the country restaurant. Girls’ night.”
“I won’t keep you long then. There’s a place by the marina which looks good, if you don’t mind checking it out.”
“Email me the details and I’ll call Cindy tomorrow. Are you working out of the office?” The office wasn’t quite the right term since Sam worked in the army, but he was about to be decommissioned and so he was training new recruits.
“Yeah, I should be, depending on the time. Let me know when you can make it. I really appreciate this, Georgie.”
“No problem. I’m happy to help.” Sam had watched Brandon’s back throughout the years in the army and she was thankful for it.
“All right, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Georgie hung up and wandered back inside. Someone wolf-whistled and she turned to see a tourist sitting at the bar eyeing her up. She grinned and waved. Her eyes shifted past him to a table nearby where Matt sat with a couple of his footy buddies. Her steps faltered and she caught herself as he stared unblinking at her. Shit. She didn’t need to see him now. What was he even still doing in town? One of the guys with Matt waved and gave her the thumbs up, so she blew him a kiss and continued to her table. Let Matt make what he would of that.
“Who are you blowing a kiss to?” Amy asked.
“Jerry. He’s with Matt and Sudesh.”
Nhiari turned to look. “My brother, Matt?” Her tone was unimpressed.
Georgie grinned. “Yeah.” Had Matt done something to irritate her?
“Excuse me for a minute.” She went over to Matt’s table. Matt cringed and got up, following his sister outside.
“What’s that about? Faith asked.
“Bayungu business.” Dot pressed her lips together.
If Georgie was a betting woman she’d say it wasn’t just Bayungu business, but police business as well. What had Matt done? And why hadn’t he told the others? If she was talking to him, she’d ask.
But she probably wasn’t going to talk to him for a while. Not until he’d forgotten about her stupid declaration today.
So maybe never again.
Chapter 7
How was Matt supposed to forget what Georgie had said with her looking that way? She’d caught his eye when she’d walked out, phone to her ear. The royal blue dress she wore clung to her skin, dipping low to her cleavage and the hem sat mid-thigh, not short enough to be trashy. No, she looked classy, good enough to eat. He hardened, watching the door until she returned.
Some arsehole tourist whistled at her like she was a dog and she’d waved at him.
What the hell?
Jerry waved and she turned, catching Matt’s eye. The surprise was expected, but it was the brief glimpse of pain that stabbed him right in the chest.
Damn it.
