Page 12 of Slow Burn

Georgia giggled, blushing at the toast, but still lifting her glass. She looked at Elijah. “You joining me?”

Wasn’t that a double entendre of an invitation?

Without responding, he picked up the pink shot and clanked his glass against theirs before swallowing the drink. Sophie grabbed Nash’s shot and swallowed it quickly.

“I’m getting the next round. What does everyone want?” Sophie asked. Apparently, she came to terms with the fact that they weren’t leaving.

“Whiskey,” Elijah told her.

Georgia grinned at him. “Me too.”

“I’ll go with you,” Nash told Sophie.

They both went to the bar, and Elijah was grateful to be alone with Georgia.

To clear some things up.

“Why do you want an older, experienced man?”

SHE TURNED TOWARD him and hated how being near him made her heart race. What was it about shaggy dark hair, a five o’clock shadow, and hauntingly dark eyes that did it for her?

“Why do you care? I live in Landmere, remember?”

Elijah and his ridiculous hookup rule.

“You’re also my best friend’s little sister,” he reminded her with a glare.

“Exactly.” Georgia wasn’t letting the reminder ruin her night. “So what I do with another man shouldn’t faze you.”

His sharp stare intensified. “You will not hook up with someone at the fire station.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” she dared him.

She had no desire to mess around with anyone who worked with her brother. And if she did, unfortunately the only man who would have the chance was the firefighter sitting next to her.

“Drinks and lemon drop shots!” Sophie giddily announced as she swayed back to the table. She handed Georgia and Elijah each their glass of whiskey, and a shot of something white.

Elijah gave Nash a look she wished she understood.

“We got to the bar, where she informed me how they pregamed before the bar like they were back in college or something.” While Nash groaned on about how Sophie had some drinks earlier, Elijah glared at her.

“Then some dick bought her another shot, which she took before I could stop her,” Nash told them.

Sophie took a gulp of her drink. “Your brother’s a pooper party. No, a party poop. A panther party. No, a party panda.”

Nash bit his lip, probably not to laugh at her party pooper attempt. “I’m taking her home. George, you good with Elijah?”

“You’re not taking me anywhere!” Sophie tried to fight it, but when she slipped off the stool and Nash scooped her up, there was no more arguing.

Now Georgia had a night out with just Elijah.

This was either going to be epically fun or epically bad.

CHAPTER

FIVE

EPICALLY BAD. THE frantic tap dance happening in Georgia’s head only meant one thing: she was about to have the mother of all hangovers. Still squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled over but was blocked by another body.