'A three-day leave of absence!'
Phone in hand, Georgia Thorne came inside and glanced at Elliot Sheridan, who was already looking at her.
"Georgia, come sit down."
The question 'What are you up to?' was written all over Georgia's face as she slowly shuffled toward him.
They sat on the same sofa, but the distance between them was wide enough to fit two more people.
Georgia truly didn't dare get close to Elliot Sheridan.
But one look from him had her obediently scooting over until she was right beside him.
Only a fist's width separated their arms.
Georgia had just straightened her back when he suddenly wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her tumbling onto his body.
Her hand landed on his thigh to brace herself. Even through the fabric, his heat was searing.
She sat up straight, only to have a phone thrust in front of her face.
It was Elliot Sheridan's personal phone. Georgia bit her lip, unable to fathom his intentions. "What are you trying to do?"
