Chapter 4

Georgia stirred and lifted her head. Her eyes were a bit red, her gaze wandering for a while before finally settling on my face.

"Zane?" Georgia's voice was rough and low.

"Yeah," I answered.

She stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Had another dream again." Georgia buried her face in her arms. "Why do I always end up dreaming about this idiot?"

Margaret shot me an awkward look.

I didn't say anything. I just waved over the waiter. "Get me a glass of ice water."

When the water arrived, I slid it over to Georgia. "Drink…