'This will save him from calling me heartless all the time.'
Blue was lying on her lap. Tired from playing, he had fallen into a sweet sleep.
Georgia Thorne called Elliot Sheridan. The phone rang several times before he picked up.
"What are you doing?"
"Hang on." A man's voice—Saul Sanders's—came through the phone, mixed with a clamor of noise.
Georgia covered the receiver, listening quietly as the background noise faded. Elliot had moved somewhere quieter.
"I'm at a get-together with a few friends."
"Are there any women?"
"No, just a few guys. If you don't believe me, you can come check up on me." His low chuckle drifted through the phone, and Georgia blushed, catching the teasing tone in his voice.
She huffed. 'I'm not falling for that.'
It was just that whenever she heard the word "get-together," she naturally thought of women.
'Just a few guys? Without a woman to liven things up, what's the fun in that?'
