Page 9 of Slow Burn

“Do not play nice guy now. I’m sure once you found out I was a Landmere native, you would run away. Remember, you don’t fuck women from here, you arrogant prick!”

“Shots?” Roman cut the tension brewing between Elijah and Georgia.

Nash and Sophie were arguing when they joined the group. “I didn’t need you to escort me,” Sophie said through gritted teeth.

“It seemed that way to me.” Nash was using his no-nonsense tone. “Unless you liked the asshole who was salivating all over you.”

“Maybe I did!” Sophie pressed back.

“Shots?” Anna announced more like a question.

Elijah was living his nightmare with all the drama surrounding him. “Everyone, stop.” His authoritative tone shushed them all. “Nash bought us shots, and we’re taking them. We’re cutting all the bullshit and having fun tonight.”

Anna grinned. “I think we can all play nice for tequila.”

Roman licked his hand and poured salt on it, then passed the salt to Anna. She followed suit. The saltshaker bobbled around the group until it got to Elijah.

Everyone picked up a shot glass.

“To George finally being home!” Nash raised his glass.

“To George coming home a doctor,” Sophie corrected him before she lifted her glass.

Anna joined them. “To the last member of our girl group finally being home!”

“To Nash having a hot sister!” Roman ducked when Nash playfully swung at him.

Robbie, with his stupid puppy dog eyes, smiled at Georgia. “To the future.”

She giggled, lifting her glass.

“Come on, Elijah. You need to give a toast,” Roman urged him to join in.

What he needed was a ride home, not to partake in this stupid cheers.

Before he could respond with something lame, Georgia spoke up. “He doesn’t know me, so there’s no need for him to make something up.”

They locked eyes, and it was like she was testing him. One thing about Elijah was he never backed down. It was what made him a great firefighter.

“How about to being memorable?” Elijah coaxed, licking a spot on his hand and sprinkling it with salt.

Georgia bit her lower lip as she watched him.

They all took their shots and sucked on the lime.

Despite every reason for him not to desire her, Elijah wanted to fuck her until he was all she knew.

That was the reason he had to leave.

Georgia was trouble.

CHAPTER

FOUR

WITH A DRAMATIC sigh, Georgia collapsed on the couch, still wearing her scrubs. Two weeks into being a primary care doctor, and she loved every exhausting minute of it. The staff was great, the hours were manageable, and the opportunity to practice medicine was everything she had dreamed of.

The only thing missing from her life was getting rid of something pretty annoying at this point.