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A voice cleared next to us, and we both jumped.
Morgan was standing there with a wide grin on her face.
“I knew it!
She turned on her heels and started back toward the entrance of the room.
I took Georgie’s arm, and we followed. “It’s going to cost me a fortune to keep her mouth shut.”
“We can split it.”
We both looked at each other and laughed. No one had ever been able to make me laugh like Georgie could.
The moment we walked into the room, all eyes were on us. The first person I saw was Ryan, staring at Morgan like he’d never seen a woman before. Poor bastard had it bad for my sister. And she looked at him in the same way.
As we walked farther into the room, Georgie asked in a low voice, “Are Morgan and Ryan a thing?”
“Aw, you noticed that, too, huh?”
“How can I not? His jaw about hit the floor when she walked in, and she’s one to talk about fuck-me eyes.”
I chuckled. “They’re not a thing.”
“Well, someone should tell them they could heat up a room with that spark between them.”
Georgie took two glasses of champagne off a waiter’s tray and handed me one. “All she talked about was Ryan while we were getting ready. Of course, it was more like, ‘Ryan thinks he knows it all.’ Or, ‘Ryan told me I couldn’t barrel ride, so I had to prove him wrong. Ryan thinks I’m still a little girl.’”
“Really?” I asked as I watched Morgan walk up to Ryan. They exchanged a few words and Morgan walked off, Ryan following her every move.
“Guess it’ll be left up to fate,” I said.
I turned back to Georgie, hit with the sudden urge to ask her to stay in Hamilton. Was it fate that brought her back to me? Would it really be so cruel and take her from me again?
“What’s wrong?” Georgie asked.
I shook my head and forced a smile. “Nothing. I was just thinking that you’re right.”
She lifted the glass to her lips and said, “I almost always am.”
“Blayze, sweetheart!”
We both turned to see my grandmother walking toward us.
“Hey, Grams,” I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Happy anniversary.”
She beamed up at me. “Thank you, sweet boy.” Then she turned to Georgie. “My goodness. I remember you as a little girl with pigtails running after the boys demanding that they let you play cowboy—and now look at you. You look like a movie star!”
Georgie smiled and leaned in to kiss my grandmother. “Happy anniversary, Stella. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, dear. The two of you together look stunning. What cute babies you’d make.”
“Grams,” I warned.
On her face was a mockingly innocent expression. “What? I’m only saying that when the two of you walked in here, everyone’s heads turned. Then the whispers started.”
“Whispers?” Georgie asked.
Grams gave me a heartfelt look. “This young man has been throwing out compliments to women his whole life, it seems. You know I practically raised him when his father was on the circuit.”
Georgie nodded. “I did know that.”
“Well, the boy could toss out compliments and flirt like it was second nature. But I can honestly say, I’ve never seen him smile at a woman the way he smiles at you.”
“Oh,” Georgie said as she looked down at her drink and blushed.
I sighed. “Grams, please.”
“What? I’m simply stating a fact. You’ve had women throw themselves at you nearly your entire adult life, but I’ve never seen your eyes as full of happiness as they were when you walked in with Georgiana.”
“Okay, Mom. Don’t embarrass the boy.”
I nearly hugged my father for stepping in and putting a stop to Grams’ speech.
“Psh, I’m only speaking the truth. Oh, look, Linda and Louie are here!”
And just like that, Grams was off.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said as I reached for his hand to shake it. He pulled me in for a quick hug and a slap on the back. Then he turned to Georgie.
“Georgiana, you’re stunning this evening. Not as beautiful as my wife, but a close second.”
“What about Morgan?” I asked.
“Okay, you’re a close third behind my beautiful wife and daughter.”
“Nice save,” I said.
He nodded and held his hand out to Georgie. “Do me the honor?”
“I’d love to,” she replied as she handed me her drink. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
I watched my father whisk Georgie onto the dance floor.
Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight” started, and I couldn’t have torn my eyes off of Georgie if I tried.
“She has certainly grown up to be a beautiful woman.”
I nodded as I turned to my mother and kissed her on the cheek. “Mom, you look beautiful.”
She beamed. “And you look as handsome as ever. You seem to be happy about Georgiana being here now.”
With a half shrug, I replied, “I never minded her being here. I minded her writing about me.”
