“Happy Sunday to you as well, dear sister,” I replied.
“I’m not in the mood for you to have a mood,” she bit back instantly. “Where are you?”
She’d never know that. Not if I could help it.
“Can I ask why you’re asking?” I queried.
“Because I’m at your house with coffees from Tex and donuts from LaMar’s, both I’m delivering as an apology and you’re not answering your door.”
Coffee’s from Fortnum’s Used Books made by a crazy man named Tex were the best coffees perhaps (I had not researched it extensively) in the world. And I had not encountered a better donut in Denver (and I had researched this extensively) than LaMar’s.
This was quite the apology and Georgia knew it.
I still didn’t care.
“I’m not there,” I told her.
“I kinda got that, what with you not answering the fucking door I’ve been pounding on for the last ten minutes. This settles it. I need a key to your pad.”
She’d asked that before.
I had little privacy already.
No way in hell I was giving my sister a key to my house.
I looked to Nick. “I’m also not going to be there for a while.”
He grinned a very attractive grin and shifted down the bed.
I wanted to pay attention to what he was doing but Georgia’s voice came at me.
When it did, my focus went to her and my eyes went back to my knees.
“We need to talk,” she stated.
“I’m not ready,” I replied.
“Right. Then we still need to talk and when I say that I mean about David. I shut him down and shut him out. He hasn’t been able to get into his office since Wednesday. He’s complaining to Dad, saying work isn’t getting done. Dad’s up in my shit about it. You’ve had days. You find anything I can give to Dad so we can move that along?”
I felt Nick’s hand glide around the top of my ankle.
I kept my gaze to my knees.
“Not yet, considering half the time I’m spending looking into that situation and the other half I’m spending doing his job so things don’t get delayed, pile up or missed. Though, I do feel that I’ll need to spend time in his office. There are things there I’d like to review.”
“So you’re finding something,” she guessed.
“I have so much, it’s impossible to find anything without taking weeks, something he well knows, his responsibilities something he can’t be away from for a weeks-long audit. It wouldn’t be smart, naturally. The work he does has to continue to get done. But further, Dad would never allow it.”
Nick’s hand, which was drifting up the inside of my calf, stopped.
I looked to him.
He was down the bed, on his side, head in his hand, elbow in the bed, other hand under the covers, head tipped back, eyes on me.
Listening.
Intently.