“What’s that?”she whispered, staring up at him.
He got even closer, dipped his head to hers, and with theirmouths close, and eyes locked, he answered, “Live and let live, Georgie.”
“So you’re saying, if we…you know, if something comes ofus—”
“You’re you, she’s Carolyn, and Jag will know thedifference.And no offense to your sister, but he’s not that into her, so itmight sting, that’ll mostly be to his pride, but he’ll get over it, thoughhe’ll get over her faster.”
“Okay,” she said breathily.
He liked the way she said that.
He liked the way she was staring up at him, like she couldstand there for a year and do it and be totally down with that.
So he changed his mind.
“I think we need to kiss again,” he told her.
“And I think you’re absolutely right,” she replied.
She pushed up on her toes.
He bent down.
They both wound their arms around each other.
And they went at it.
He managed (mostly) not letting his dick get (too) hard.
But it wasn’t easy.
Then he ended it, walked her to his truck, took her to hercar, followed her home and waited outside until he saw the light go on in theunit she told him was hers and she texted,All good.
He waited some more and got,Murtagh is looking forwardto his adventure.
He waited even longer and got,Murtagh is mycat-not-my-cat.FYI.
Only then did he reply,Go to bed, baby.
And on his way home, he got,Cute.
Chapter Five
The Right Stuff
Dutch
Dutch was in a moderately bad mood at eleventwenty-seven the next day when he knocked on Georgiana’s door.
It didn’t take long before she opened it, and she did thatwith her face happy and eyes alight, a big smile on her mouth.
“Hey!”she greeted.
“Babe, you gave me the code to your building,” he statedirritably.
Something she did, via text, that morning, half an hour ago,not at his request.
The smile wobbled.“What?”
