“What I’m saying is, I wanted him to be free longer so maybehe’d have a little fun.”
Georgie cocked her head.
“What makes you think I’m not fun?”
Keely stared at her again.
“I’m loads of fun,” Georgie assured her.
“I hope so,” Keely whispered.
“Thank you for him,” Georgie said to her.
Keely’s head jerked.
“He’s pretty freaking amazing,” Georgiana told her somethingshe knew.
The way Keely was looking at her now was entirely different.
“Yes, he is.”
“We should go inside.He’s got things on his mind and hedoesn’t need to worry about his new babe talking to his beloved mother.”
“Right,” Keely murmured.
They turned as one, and neither of them missed that Dutch’seyes were aimed through the window.
At Georgiana.
“I haven’t seen that look in twenty-three years,” Keelywhispered.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”Georgie asked.
Keely slid her arm through Georgie’s and moved her towardthe door, saying…
“Gorgeous.”
Chapter Ten
This
Dutch
They went through his side door, Georgie carrying herbackpack and laptop bag, Dutch juggling a pizza and a six pack.
She dumped her stuff first, on the counter by the washer anddryer, took off her coat, hung it on a hook, then nabbed the stuff from Dutch.
He locked the door, shrugged off his cut and hung it on ahook.
By the time he’d turned, she was in the living room, cooingto Murtagh.
Dutch followed her.
She was heading to the kitchen.
He moved around turning on lamps.
When he got to the kitchen, she had two beers popped and herhead bent to her phone.
