She didn't want to cry in front of Elliot Sheridan, to show him her vulnerability. Closing the book in her hands, she stood up and started toward the bathroom.
The moment she rose, the man beside her shot out a hand, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back down onto the sofa. "We need to talk!"
"Let go! I have nothing to say to you!" Georgia Thorne struggled, desperately fighting back the tears welling in her eyes.
'Georgia, get a grip. Don't you dare cry in front of him.'
"Georgia, it's not what you think!" Elliot Sheridan wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her into his embrace.
He looked down and saw her tear-filled, heartbroken eyes, and his heart ached. His long, slender fingers gently brushed away her tears. "Don't cry."
Georgia Thorne hated his touch and slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me! Let me go!"
"I'm not letting go!" Elliot Sheridan held her tighter. "You can't just condemn someone without hearing their side of the story!"
