Stupid unnecessary freak-out.
But still…my heart panged a little. After all his talk in London, it wasn’t a ridiculous thought, and maybe moving in had made me want it a little.
That or the pressure of the blackmail bullshit was getting to me.
“Sit down.” George pulled me over to the barstool and sat me on it. He threw my purse on the sofa behind him and tugged my shoes off.
“What are you doing?”
“Your best friend informed me that she’s stealing you for the day tomorrow for your birthday, so I’m bringing my plans forward.”
“Ignoring the fact you seem to talk to Brenda more than
