Page 67 of Falling Together

He waggles his head back and forth. “I’ll think about it.”

“Does that mean you actually like it here?” I ask.

“It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Try not to sound too excited.”

Luke rolls his eyes and heads downstairs. “Bye, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too. Remember what I said. Read a book or something.”

A stupid grin is on my face the entire drive over to Georgia’s. I love hearing Luke say he loves me. It’s so rare nowadays that I’ll take whatever I can get. Ever since he went out to the barn with Georgia, he’s been opening up more. He’ll be going back again next week, and I’m excited for him.

The drive over to Georgia’s is short, and when I pull up, there’s a few extra cars in her driveway.

Well, here goes nothing.

I take a deep breath before hopping out of my truck and heading to the door and ringing the bell.

A woman with long dark hair opens the door. One that I recognize from the ranch.

“You must be Grant,” she says. “I’m Joey.”

“Hi, Joey. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Georgia will be ready in a few minutes.” She sweeps her arm out and welcomes me in.

“Were you the friend that got married?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I wasn’t. I have no plans on getting married.”

A small kid runs up to me.

“I’m Max. Are you taking Aunt Georgia out?”

I kneel down to get on his level. “I am. Is that okay?”

“I guess. Mommy is taking me for pancakes tonight,” he says. “Do you like pancakes?”

“I love pancakes. The banana and Nutella ones are my favorite,” I tell him.

He looks up at Joey. “Mommy, can I get those tonight?”

“Of course, baby.” She pats him on the head. “I’m going to go check on Georgia.”

“Thanks.”

Max goes back to the couch and hops onto it, going back to his cartoon. Before I can ask him what he’s watching, Georgia walks out.

Holy. Shit.

I’ve seen so many versions of Georgia.

In her riding gear.

Casual in a T-shirt and shorts.

Done up for a wedding.