Chapter 16
Sixteen
Nathan stood riveted in the doorway, the desire to offer comfort warring with the overwhelming need to hear more of Georgie unfiltered and uncut.
How he wished she would talk as freely to him.
So, Cat thought he could be “the one” for Georgie.
Interesting. And she thinks I’m cute. Very interesting. . .
“. . . and it wasn’t until her voicemail picked up that I remembered she was gone.
I’m ashamed to admit I called back three times, just to listen to her voice on the message.
Pretty sad, huh? And Ali and I can’t get in touch with our dad.
We tried to call him to tell him Mom died, but we never heard back from him.
It’s not like we’ve been close to him since he left Mom, but we thought he’d want to know what’s going on.
” Georgie reached out to smooth Gus’s hair off his bruised forehead.
“And now Ali’s having the surgery, and she’s after me to have that stupid blood test. Is it so wrong to not want to know something like that?
Why can’t I just wait and see what happens? ”
Confused and curious as to what she was talking about, Nathan ached over the sadness he heard in her voice, and offering comfort suddenly became more important than satisfying his curiosity. He cleared his throat.
She spun around.
“Hey,” he said. “How’s Gus today?”
“About the same.” She eyed him warily. “How long were you there?”
He joined her at Gus’s bedside. “I just walked in the door.”
“Oh.”
Nathan could tell she didn’t believe him.
“Did you find out anything about the case?”
He glanced at Gus. “I’ll tell you outside.”
Georgie leaned over, sought out a spot on Gus’s face that wasn’t bruised, and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. “Get well,” she whispered. “Please. I miss you.”
Nathan realized she was crying, so he rested his hands on her shoulders.
She surprised him when she turned into his embrace and clung to him.
“Come on,” he said, keeping his good arm tight around her as he led her to the hallway.
Her tears soaked through his shirt and warmed his chest.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I seem to be crying all over you a lot lately.”
“You’ve had good reason.”
“I can’t stand seeing him like that.” She glanced up, and the devastation on her face broke Nathan’s heart. “Tell me they caught the guy who did this.”
“They got a couple of good prints from the door frame, and they’re following up on a few other promising leads. They’ll get him, Georgie. If they don’t, I will. I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I never do.”
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“This.” She slid her hands up to his shoulders and rested her face against his chest. “For being here.”
A surge of tenderness took Nathan by surprise. With any other woman, he would want to shake her for all the mixed signals she was sending. But rather than shake her, he held her closer and was grateful for the opportunity even as he burned with questions he wished he could ask her.
After spending half an hour with the others in the waiting room, Georgie and Nathan left with promises to check in later. As they emerged into the sunny summer day, he watched her perk up like a drooping flower that had just been watered. “What do you feel like doing?”
“I have no idea. I can’t remember the last time I had nothing to do.”
He hooked his index finger around hers on the way to the car. “How about taking a ride? There’s something I’ve been wanting to check out in Portsmouth.”
“Sure.”
“I need to go home and get changed first.”
“Okay.”
“I like this agreeable version of Georgie Quinn. She’s easy to get along with.”
“She’s making a limited appearance today only.”
“Then I’d better take full advantage.”
Feeling like she was returning to the scene of a crime, Georgie followed Nathan into his house.
“I’ll be quick,” he said on his way upstairs. “Grab a drink if you want. The fridge is right around the corner.”
She helped herself to a Diet Coke and stepped onto the back porch, where Ben was reading the morning paper.
“Hey,” he said.
“Oh, hi.”
He gestured to the other chair. “Have a seat.”
“We’re only here for a minute.”
“Suit yourself.”
They coexisted in awkward silence for several minutes before Nathan reappeared, wearing shorts and a T-shirt from a 5K race.
“What’re you up to today, Ben?”
“Just hanging out, waiting.”
“For?”
“Tess to finish work.”
“Ben, about this thing with Tess—”
“I can’t imagine how it’s any of your business,” Ben snapped.
“You need to be careful with her—”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You haven’t exactly been known for your sensitivity to others since you got home.”
“You’re wasting your breath, Nate.”
“Go easy with her, or you’ll answer to me.”
“Save your man-of-the-family act, little brother. It’s getting old.”
Nathan took a step toward him, but Georgie stopped him by resting her hand on his forearm. With a parting glare for his brother, Nathan led her inside.
“Where should I put this?” Georgie asked, holding up the empty can.
Nathan took it from her and tossed it into the middle section of a three-part bin.
“What’s that?”
“My recycling center. Paper, plastic and cans, and compost.”
Georgie wrinkled up her nose. “Compost? Gross.”
He sighed with pretend exasperation, but she could still see the tension in his eyes from the confrontation with Ben. “I have so much to teach you. I noticed you ladies don’t have a recycling bin. I’ll get you one.”
“No need. I’m not going to be there for much longer.”
“What about Tess and Cat? Are you going to kick them out when you leave?”
She followed him to his car. “Of course not. They’re going to take care of the house when I go home to Atlanta.”
“You’re really digging in on that, aren’t you?”
“On what?”
“Going back to Atlanta.”
From the driver’s seat, she turned to him. “Why wouldn’t I? I live there, Nathan.”
“Whatever you say.”
“If I have any prayer of putting my career back together, it has to be there. That’s where all my professional contacts are.
If I don’t get back there soon, word’s going to get out that Davidson’s fired me.
Do you think anyone will care that it was because my mother got sick and I got stuck running her senior center in Newport, Rhode Island?
All they’ll hear is ‘fired,’ and I’ll be right back where I started eight years ago. ”
“I’m sorry. I’m pissed at Ben, and I took it out on you.”
“Do you understand what I just said to you? Did you hear me?”
“Everything after you going back to Atlanta was kind of fuzzy,” he teased. Reaching for her hand, he brought it to his lips. “I heard you, sweetheart. And what you said makes sense. I just hate the idea of you being so far away from me.”
“There you go again.”
“Whoops,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not. Where are we going anyway?”
“Take West Main.” After a long period of silence, Nathan said, “What’s going on with Tess, Georgie? I know you know.”
“I can’t talk to you about that.”
“Is she in trouble?”
“Not with the law or anything like that.”
“Then hiding? From something or someone?”
Georgie hesitated, only for a second, but it was enough.
“That’s it, isn’t it?”
“I can’t, Nathan. Don’t ask me to betray my friend.”
“Even if I could help her?”
“You can’t fix everything.”
“Especially if I don’t know what the problem is.”
“Don’t pout,” she teased. “It’s not pretty on you.”
“I’m not pouting.”
Georgie snorted. “Whatever you say,” she said, tossing his words back at him.
“I may as well put this out there, too.”
“What?” she asked with a wary glance.
“I could probably find your father if you really want to know where he is.”
“You were listening! I knew it!”
He continued to stare straight ahead as if she hadn’t spoken.
“Aren’t you even going to try to defend yourself?”
“Nope.”
Georgie fumed as she drove, trying desperately to remember everything she had said to Gus.
Ugh! She had told him the whole thing about Cat suggesting Nathan could be “the one.” Had he heard that, as well?
Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
Oh God, the blood test. She had mentioned that, too.
“So do you want me to take a stab at finding him?”
Despite her irritation, she couldn’t help being curious. “What would that entail?”
“I could run a check on his credit cards to start with. There’s a good chance he’s leaving a paper trail of some sort. With a little digging, I could find it.”
Georgie pondered that for several quiet minutes. “We haven’t had much contact with him since he took off when I was in high school. The last we knew, he was living in Phoenix, but the number we had for him is no longer in service.”
“I could find him.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Sure you can.”
“Thank you for offering.”
He shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
“It is to me.” They drove through Middletown into Portsmouth. “Where’s this place you want to check out?”
“Portsmouth Abbey.”
“I used to go ice skating there on Sundays when I was in high school.”
“I did, too. I wonder if we were ever there at the same time.”
She smiled at him. “We probably were.”
“Georgie.”
“Yeah?”
He looked down at their joined hands and toyed with her fingers. “What you said to Gus about a blood test you need to have. What did you mean by that?”
Her stomach clutched with nerves. “I thought you weren’t listening.”
“I believe we’ve already established that I lied.”
“It’s nothing. Really.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just have some fun today? I can’t tell you how much I could use a day off from everything.”
“Sure,” he said, but she could tell he was hurt by her refusal to level with him. “I hope you’ll tell me eventually, because until you do, I’m going to worry about you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
He shrugged. “Can’t help it.” He flashed a teasing grin. “But just for the record, you don’t have STDs or anything like that, do you?”