Jesus, that’s only half? “Did you find the sweater?”
“I think I might’ve loaned it to Maggie.”
“Do you want to stop over there and get it?”
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
My brows shot up. “Because you don’t have your sweater?”
Georgia avoided making eye contact and rummaged through the piles on her bed. After moving things around for a while, she let out a big sigh and looked up at me. “I’m nervous.”
I couldn’t have stopped my smile if I’d tried. “Really? I never would’ve been able to tell.”
She picked up a sweatshirt from the top of a pile and threw it at me.
I caught it and set it back down. Then I moved another pile to the floor and sat on the bed, holding my hand out to her. “Come here.”
She hesitated, but eventually she took my hand, and I used it to pull her onto my lap. “Talk to me.” Georgia looked down, and I pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “What are you nervous about?”
“Everything.”
I nodded. “Okay. Let’s take them one at a time. Tell me all the things that are freaking you out.”
“Not being in the office.”
“You’re bringing your laptop and cell, right?”
“Yes.”
I shrugged. “So if there’s a problem, they know how to reach you. And we’ll be right here in the city, so you can get back if something important comes up. You go out of the office for meetings sometimes, right?”
“Yes, but that’s different.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It just is. This is two weeks, not an afternoon.”
“Okay. So the amount of time is what’s bothering you. Why don’t we cut our trip from two weeks to two days? You can decide after two days if you need to go back or want to keep going with our staycation.”
“But…you said you made plans.”
“I’ll change them, if need be.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Not a problem. But you should know, you’re not the only one who’s competitive. I’m going to do everything I can to make you have such a good time that you won’t want to go back.”
For the first time, a smile peeked through the stress on her face. “Okay.”
“Anything else?”
She looked down and twisted her fingers. “I’m nervous about…us.”
I lifted her chin so our eyes met. “I booked us two rooms. They’re adjoining. There’s no pressure there.”
“You did?”
I nodded. “I did.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a rush of air. “Okay.”
I smiled. “We’re doing great. What else you got?”
“Those are really the two biggest things.”
“That wasn’t so bad.”
“For you…” She laughed.
“You know what will make you feel even better?”
“What?”
I slid my hand up from her back to her neck and pulled her close. “Kissing me hello.”
Georgia sank into me. I could feel the sigh roll through her body, taking the tension with it as she opened and let my tongue in. By the time we separated, I’d almost forgotten my name. So if it was half as good for her, I’d done my job, and she’d be okay today.
I cupped her cheek. “Feel better?”
She nodded. “I should’ve called you last night to come do that. Maybe I would’ve had a better night’s sleep.”
“Well, I’ll be right next door tonight if you start to stress.” I looked around the room. “Think you feel up to finishing packing?”
“Yeah. Just give me a few minutes. I’m going to change, too. Why don’t you go have some coffee while I get done?”
Twenty minutes later, Georgia emerged from the bedroom wheeling a suitcase. She had on a pair of tight jeans and a Wolverines T-shirt.
“What do you think?” She pushed her hair behind her shoulders so I could see the full logo and held her hands out.
“Very nice tits,” I managed to say with a straight face.
She laughed and pointed. “I’m showing you the Wolverines T-shirt. I bought it on my way out of the game on Saturday.”
“I’m teasing. I love it.”
She turned and showed me her back, lifting her long hair. Now that I hadn’t been expecting. I didn’t even know they made Tshirts with a logo on the front and my name and number on the back. But I fucking loved it on her.