Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
As Georgie stood with her attorney in front of the judge the next morning—the day after her sister’s successful surgery—listening to the two men discuss her mother’s assets and possessions, she finally understood what people meant by an “out of body experience.” She felt like she was floating above the room, looking down at the proceedings, because surely these strangers couldn’t be talking about her mother like she was just another commodity.
They didn’t know her. They didn’t have the right to talk about her things like she was any old dead person.
Georgie was on the verge of saying so when the judge addressed her directly.
“To the best of your ability, Ms. Quinn, have you identified all your mother’s possessions?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes, your honor.”
To the attorney he said, “You’ve advertised for creditors?”
“We have, your honor.”
“Very well, in that case, we’ll reconvene forty-five days from today to finalize the estate.”
“Excuse me,” Georgie said. “Will I need to be here for that?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
Georgie exchanged glances with her attorney. “I’ll be back in Atlanta by then.”
“You can grant power of attorney to someone to appear for you, but it’s less complicated if you’re here yourself,” the judge replied.
“We’ll work something out,” the attorney assured the judge as he led Georgie away. He consulted with her briefly and then dashed off to meet with another client.
Georgie emerged into the bright sunshine to find Nathan leaning against her car. Shaking her head with amusement and amazement, she walked toward him. “What’re you doing here?”
He shrugged. “You seemed quiet this morning, and I was worried it wouldn’t be as routine as you hoped.”
“I thought you were going to try harder to stop saying and doing exactly the right thing all the time.” She stepped into his outstretched arms and absorbed the sweet comfort of his embrace. “How’s a girl supposed to remember she’s trying to resist you when you keep doing these things?”
“Maybe if I do them often enough, she’ll stop resisting?”
“She doesn’t seem to be fighting too hard at the moment.”
“She didn’t put up much of a fight last night, either,” he reminded her.
Georgie’s cheeks heated when memories of the passionate night they had spent together came flooding back to her.
“How was court?”
“As you would say, grueling. It’s all so impersonal, to be talking about her money and her things like who she was doesn’t matter at all.”
“Unfortunately, in this arena, it doesn’t. I’m sorry it upset you.”
“It’s over. For now.”
“How’s your sister today?”
“About the same. Sore and tired. Joe said she had a good night, though.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He caressed her face and trailed a finger over her bottom lip. “So, I’ve been thinking…”
“About?”
“The blood test.”
“Nathan, I told you—”
Resting his finger over her lips, he said, “Wait. Just hear me out. Please?”
Looking up at his amazing blue eyes, she found the courage to put aside her fear—but only because he was asking her to. With the slightest of nods, she gave him permission to continue.
He let his hands fall to her shoulders. “What if it’s negative?”
She shook her head. “It won’t be.”
“You don’t know that, honey,” he said, his tone urgent.
“My mother and sister tested positive. How do you figure I’ve managed to dodge the bullet?”
“What if you have dodged it? What if you’re the lucky one? Maybe you’re stressing for no reason.”
Georgie had to admit that the possibility hadn’t occurred to her. She’d been so sure.
“It’s a fifty-fifty shot, sweetheart, and I’m betting on you.”
She looked up at him, so handsome and so sincere.
His strong, steady presence made her believe anything was possible—even the impossible.
Ali was right and so was Nathan. The fear was debilitating, and in Georgie’s case, paralyzing.
Since wishing it away hadn’t worked, it was time to take action. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Okay.”
His face lit up with surprise. “Yeah? Really?”
She nodded.
He swept her right off her feet and into his arms. “No matter what, Georgie, no matter what, I’ll be right there with you. I promise.”
Closing her eyes tight against the rush of emotion, she held him for a long time until he finally put her back down.
“How do you feel?” he asked as he caressed her face.
“Relieved to have made a decision. Don’t let me back out, okay?”
“No way.” He leaned in to kiss her.
Georgie held on to him for a long time, absorbing the comfort he offered so willingly.
“Hey, did you happen to talk to Tess this morning?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t see her. Why?”
“I guess she and Ben are going to Pittsburgh on Thursday so he can visit the family of the guy he was with when he got hurt. Greg died, and Ben’s had a lot of trouble accepting that. Apparently, Tess encouraged him to see Greg’s family, thinking it might help him.”
“She’s such a good person,” Georgie said. “After everything she went through—” She stopped herself, horrified by what she had almost said.
“What did she go through, Georgie? It drives me crazy that you won’t tell me, especially now that my fragile brother is all wrapped up in her.”
“I can’t. I promised her.”
“All this secrecy makes me want to go into detective mode in the worst way.”
“Don’t,” Georgie said. “Please just leave it alone. Please.”
“I’m getting a bad vibe on this, and my vibes are almost never wrong. But I’ll let it go—for now.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “How about a cup of coffee?”
“Do you have time for that?”
“I took a couple of hours off so I could come check on you.”
She reached up to caress his face. “I’m glad you did.”
After an emotional two-hour visit with Greg’s family and his longtime girlfriend, Tess backed the rental car out of their driveway.
She had so much she wanted to say to Ben, so many feelings ricocheting through her.
She could only imagine what he must be going through after reliving the worst day of his life.
Glancing over at him, she saw that he was gripping his cane and staring out the window. “Are you okay, Ben?”
“You were right to encourage me to do that. They were so grateful to know he’d been talking about them just before it happened.”
“I know it wasn’t easy for you, but you did a wonderful thing for them.”
“As sorry as I am for his parents and his sisters, I feel worse for Kristy. I mean, we’ve been together a week, and I already know I couldn’t live without you. They were together for years, planning a wedding. How do you go forward without that person?”
“I can’t imagine.” Tess reached for his hand. As his fingers curled around hers, she was flooded with gratitude that he hadn’t been killed that day in Iraq. Just the thought of how close he had come was enough to reduce her to tears.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head.
He reached out to brush the tears off her cheek. “Pull over, hon.”
“I’m okay.”
“Pull over,” he insisted.
Bringing the car to a stop on the residential road, she wiped her face. “I’m sorry.”
“What is it?”
“I was just thinking how close I came to never having the chance to know you at all. You could’ve died that day, too, Ben. And if that had happened, I would’ve had to live my whole life without ever knowing you were out there somewhere, without knowing it was possible to love someone this much.”
He leaned over to embrace her. “I was so pissed at Nate for dragging me to a dance at a senior center. Who knew I was going to meet the girl of my dreams there?”
She laughed through her tears. “Just when you least expect it.”
“There you were, surrounded by old men drooling over you, and nothing will ever be the same again.” He held her as tight as he could in the cramped car.
“I was proud of you today,” she said. “You were so good with them.”
“That’s nice to know. I was really nervous.”
“I couldn’t tell.” She kissed his cheek and brushed the dark hair off his forehead. He looked tired and drawn, signs his leg was bothering him. “Are you still mad at me about the wheelchairs?”
“Yes.”
She laughed at his quick answer. “It was like a mile to the gate. You would’ve used up a whole day’s worth of energy just getting through the airports.”
“It’s humiliating to be pushed through airports in wheelchairs. I spent months working my ass off to get free of those damned things.”
“Well, I’m not going to apologize for doing what was best for you, so you have to get over it.”
“There you go being bossy with me again,” he teased. “You’re going to have to work on that when we’re married. I can’t be nagged nonstop this way.”
His use of the word “married” stopped her heart. The shock must have shown on her face.
“Too much too soon?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Nothing. Do you have the directions to the hotel?”
Their hotel room overlooked the Monongahela River.
“This is beautiful, Ben.”
He hobbled over to the window to check out a barge sliding through the glassy water. “Greg’s mother told me this was one of the nicest hotels in Pittsburgh.”
“I hope you didn’t go to all this expense for me.”
“Who else would I do it for?” he asked, amused.
“I don’t need fancy hotels. That’s not me.”
“Which is why it was fun to do it.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on tiptoes to kiss him. “You should rest for a bit. I can tell you’re in pain.”
“How do you know?”
“You wear it on your face.”
“Should I be worried that you can read me so easily?”
“Very.”
“Will you come with me?”
“Twist my arm.” She reached for the hem of his navy blue polo shirt and lifted it over his head. When she started on the button to his khakis, he stopped her.
She looked up to find his face tight with tension. “What?”
“I’m okay with them on.”
“All right.” She pulled down the comforter and blanket. “Which side do you want?”
“I don’t care.”