First there was a guy and now there’s no guy.” Rick sounded exasperated with her. And more than a little worried.
Georgeanne sighed and shoved her hair back from her face.
“I made him up so you’d stop bothering me.” Of course it wasn’t true, but she wasn’t telling her brother about Sam. Or about the blissful few days she’d spent wrapped in his arms in a cottage in Maryland.
Her heart ached every time she thought of Sam. She hadn’t seen him or heard from him since he’d climbed into a helicopter three weeks ago and left her standing on the front step alone. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said his life was unpredictable.
Rick sighed. “Mother worries about you. I’m just trying to make sure you’re all right since she won’t ask you herself.” “She won’t ask because she knows I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself.” Georgeanne tapped her pencil against the desk in her home office.
