Page 49 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“If I’m to keep my promise to your brother, then no flirting with other guys.” That one isn’t even a question or a request, it’s a fucking given. It’s not happening.

She pulls her shades down her nose to look at me. “That’s the first ground rule? How interesting.”

I know she’s trying to get a rise out of me, so again, I don’t bite. “It will make my job a lot easier, believe me.”

“I didn’t realize it was such a chore being with me for a few days. Good to know.”

I glance at her. “Might I remind you, I’m supposed to be your plus one, so guys like Ronnie Templehead think you’re taken.”

“Templeton,” she corrects me again. I try not to fucking smile at the way she does that. I know damned well the guy's name. “You and whose army are gonna stop me from flirting?”

“Georgia, so help me God.”

She pushes her shades back up. She folds her arms across her chest and sits back in her seat. Pleased with herself, no doubt. “No flirting. Got it. People can still get to second base without flirting anyway.”

“I mean it, GB!” I try not to spit the words out but she is really testing my patience. I don’t relish the thought of roughing some guy up at my friend’s wedding because he looked at Georgia-Blue the wrong way. I don’t want to be known as that guy.

“Oooh. Tough words. Anything else?”

I sigh. Exasperated before this trip has even begun. We’re not even at the fucking airport! “Yes, don’t drink too much.”

She laughs haughtily. “You really do think you’re my keeper now, don’t you?”

“Hey, we all know what you get like after more than two glasses of wine.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean. What do I supposedly get like?”

“You tend to let your inhibitions fall by the wayside and let whatever you’re thinking fly out of your mouth.”

She makes a cackling sound in her throat. “Wrong again. I had more than that the last time at Moose’s and you didn’t see me losing my inhibitions then.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is so, Inspector Gadget.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “So all that hip gyrating, ass shaking and running your hands down your body whilst staring at me was just all normal for you, huh?”

She swallows and isn’t so quick to challenge me on that. “If you think I was staring at you, you’re deluded. It’s called dancing, wise guy. You should try it. In fact, that’s a good idea this weekend.”

“Er, no. There will be no dancing from me.”

She laughs again. “It’s a wedding, we have to dance! And if you don’t dance with me, I’ll find someone who will.”

“Whatever,” I huff, having no intention to do any such thing, but I may as well placate her for now. “But you know you have to let a guy lead, right?”

“Of course I know that.”

“Also, the time before Moose’s at Gray’s house, you had a few wines then and we all know how that night panned out.”

“I love how you act like that never happened when I’ve said time and time again that you kissed me back. Maybe you were the one who’d had too many drinks!”

“I would never do that and drive you home!” I fire back. “And that night neither of us were thinking straight.”

“One day you’ll admit you liked it. I’m not a betting kind of girl, but let’s see if you’ll still be saying that by the end of these five days.”

I sigh, completely exasperated. This is going to take all my energy and patience getting through this car ride, much less anything else. “I’ll be admitting no such thing, trust me on that.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “Any other stupid rules?”

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