Page 48 of Taming Georgia

“You know, the one with Chris Pratt,” I tell her.

“Remind me who he is again.”

“Are you serious?” I narrow my eyes in question. “Star-Lord fromGuardians of the Galaxy?”

“I haven’t seen that one. I haven’t been in the States much since I graduated from college. I’m behind on movies.”

“Where’ve you been?”

“South America, Africa, and China. Mainly.”

“Doing what?”

“Trying to help people.”

“Why?” I question.

She presses her lips together, the corners turning up into a grin. “I don’t know. I guess because they need the help. Why do you help dogs?”

“Because they need it.”

She nods. “Exactly. Maybe you and I aren’t so different.”

I shake my head. “No, we definitely are. Completely different.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Wyatt. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

I opt to change the subject. “So, tell me the last Jurassic movie you saw. We can’t start with this one if you haven’t seen the prior ones.”

Georgia’s eyes light up. “Ooh, are we going to do a marathon? Like, hang out and stuff? This is a big step. We’re, like, basically friends now.” She smiles wide and quirks her eyebrows up.

“Don’t get all crazy. Just tell me which one. Or should we just start from the beginning?”

She leans her head against the back of the sofa, her expression soft, her grin kind. “I think starting from the beginning is always good.”

Maybe.

Sometimes.

But not always.

13

“Wyatt Gates is my weakness. The harder I try to let him go, the more fiercely my heart holds on.”

—Georgia Wright

Wyatt Gates is kissing me, and it’s everything I hoped it would be.

His tongue gently requests entry as it runs along my lips, and I open my mouth, inviting it in.God, yes.Wyatt deepens the kiss. His fingers are now at the nape of my neck, threading into my hair, pulling my mouth into his. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close to me.

“Hey, Peaches.” His fingers grasp my arm, shaking lightly.

My mind is foggy, but I try to ignore his words. I want his lips back. I close my eyes tighter, waiting for the kiss.

“Georgia. Wake up.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “Go away.”

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