“We got to pick Rose up quickly and we didn’t have to wait at the hospital too long to be seen.” It was weak, but an explanation of sorts.
Olivia nodded. “Thank you. My sister hasn’t had an easy ride; I’m hoping it gets better now.”
The nod I gave was all I could manage because I knew that I was going to do everything I could to make sure Georgia found things better from now on.
Chapter Ten
Seph
Ihad a strange sense of deja-vu as I knocked at the door to Georgia’s home. Not too long ago, I’d been trying to get hold of Ava when she lived here and standing on the doorstep in the same way when she hadn’t been expecting me.
Georgia wasn’t expecting me right now, but I was here, two laptop cases in my hands and a bag of files over my shoulder.
The door opened and an unmade up Georgia stood in front of me, her hair wild and lose about her shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise.
“What… why are you here?”
I grinned. “I have our laptops and files, and I wasn’t sure if you had a printer, so I’ve put one of the small ones in the car and I can set it up if we need it.”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times.
“I figured we could both work from here and then if you need to make any calls, I can watch Rose so you don’t need to worry.” I’d exchanged numbers with Olivia yesterday, and she’d texted saying Georgia was beside herself, wanting to come to work and stay at home with Rose. I figured I’d make the decision a moot one.
“Seph…”
“So are you going to let me in or not?”
I’d thought about this. Persuading people to do something gently, or guiding them to agree to what I wanted, was a skill I’d acquired through years of negotiating with my family, but that wasn’t what Georgia needed. She was used to that approach and she’d read it well.
Direct and decisive was the tactic I was using here.
Before leaving yesterday, Olivia had told me that she was heading to New York for five nights, leaving Georgia on her own with Rose. It was a sudden trip, not ideal with Georgia starting her new job and Rose banging her head, but shit happened.
I’d promised Olivia to help Georgia out, hence I was here with laptops, files and colouring books and new pencil crayons for Rose. In an hour, there would be a delivery of books for her, for when she was allowed to read again.
When I woke up this morning, I’d thought first about Georgia. I’d wanted to know how Rose had slept, whether Georgia had and I still wanted to know how that hair would feel wrapped around my fist.
And that was a problem.
The very same problem that stood on her doorstep, her hair wild and her expression even more so.
“Why are you here?”
“You said you needed your laptop. I’ve brought your laptop.”
She looked at the bags.
“You’ve brought two laptops?”
“Well done. Counting is a good skill to have. So’s making coffee and I haven’t had my pre-eight o’clock fix yet.”
The glare she gave me was one I associated with impending death.
“Are you going to let me in?”
She stood aside and let me through. I headed straight for the lounge, needing to not look at her for a few seconds. She looked as if she hadn’t been that long out of bed, which gave my reptilian brain a lot of images to conjure up.
The part of my brain which was rational and didn’t want Max to paste me against a wall in the gym was fighting ideas of Georgia in that bed. I didn’t need to be having thoughts about what she looked like with her hair lose about a pillow, or how her tits would look as the sheets dripped down past them.
