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Good, that made two of them.

“Remember when I said you were doing a shitty job of picking me up?” Georgia lifted her chin in defiance.

Instead of using words like a normal person, he nodded. Was it even considered a nod if his head only moved once? The hot firefighter who at first seemed sexy and broody was actually a caveman who happened to be friends with Nash.

“You’re making it hard for me to find the silver lining,” she muttered under her breath.

“Is there a point to this?” Elijah brusquely asked, sounding more like a warning.

She threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re a complete idiot. When you meet someone, you ask their name.”

Silence.

Wow, it was like he needed instructions for everything. He probably needed an instructional manual on how to get her off. Good thing she wasn’t trying to go home with him. Well, not anymore anyway.

“This is when you ask me for my name,” Georgia prompted him.

He, not so gently, put his whiskey glass down. His eyes, a dark ocean blue, peered around casually, as if he was bored with her.

Screw him!

“My name is Georgia,” she told him with an attitude.

She waited for it to dawn on him…but nothing. Not a stitch of recognition.

“Georgia, nice name,” Elijah told her, watching her like she was a wild animal about to let loose.

The bartender came over and dropped their food off, but they didn’t end their stare down.

“I hope you’re a better firefighter than you are at connecting the dots,” she threw at him.

He took a bite of his cheeseburger, then took all the time in the world to chew before he spoke again. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Before Georgia could explain, her brother walked in.

“Elijah, my man!” Nash clasped his hand on his idiot friend’s shoulder. “Looks like you didn’t need me to introduce you to George, my baby sister.”

Elijah’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth dropped open. Finally, he connected the dots. George was her silly nickname.

“We were actually just getting to names,” Georgia told her brother. She then pulled her attention back to Elijah. "I prefer to be called Georgia, but that doesn’t happen at home.”

Nash turned around to say hello to someone when Elijah groaned, dragging his hand over his face.

The whispered fuck she heard made her smile.

CHAPTER

THREE

“WHY ARE YOU laughing?” Elijah grunted at her, while her brother was chatting with another group of people.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. Where did she even begin with the current comedy show that was her life?

“Your reaction to how I’m George has been the real highlight of my evening,” she said, with no manners as she ate her burger with a fork. This little mix-up with Elijah wasn’t going to ruin the night. Georgia was out to celebrate, which meant dancing, drinks, and finding an eligible man to kiss.

Elijah was crossed off the kiss list.

He grabbed the fork out of her hand and dropped it on her plate. “Why didn’t you tell me that Nash, who is my best friend, was your older brother?”