Page 42 of The Invitation
I sit back, taking her in one final time. “Have plans?”
“Something like that.” She giggles, sliding her purse on her shoulder. “This all goes into effect on Thursday night. That means I have tonight and tomorrow night to”—she scoots to the end of the booth—“you know. Do whatever I want.”
I cross my arms over my chest and study her. She’s too happy—too compliant.
Georgia is just trying to rile me up.She’s not going anywhere but home.
“Have fun,” I say, smiling smugly. “Sitting at home on the couch all alone eating white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies.”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t particularly care,” I say casually, knowing it’s eating at her that I called her out. “I just know I’m right.”
“Well, you’re wrong. But you can think whatever makes you happy.” She gets to her feet. “Thanks for not drinking my martini this time.”
She makes a show of threading through the bar to the door. I can’t take my eyes off her hips as they sway in those jeans.Damn.
They say the devil is in the details.I laugh.Not tonight.
Tonight, the devil is in denim. And the only way to beat the devil is to outwit her.
Despite years of animosity between us, I know if I focus my charm on this woman, I’ll achieve what I need to win this challenge.Because I’m on a mission.
The ultimate victory over Georgia Hayes is to make her fall for me … and admit it.
I truly am an asshole.
Chapter Eleven
Georgia
“What did you end up wearing?”Sutton asks, her voice ringing through my car speakers.
I flip on my turn signal and take the exit toward downtown Nashville.
“The peachy-colored dress that I bought for Valentine’s Day and didn’t get to wear because I canceled on my date,” I say. “Do you remember that dress?”
“Spark my memory. Half of your closet is peachy-colored, and you cancel so many dates.”
I remove my sunglasses and toss them onto the passenger’s seat. The sun hovers above the horizon, creating a spectacular wash of color across the sky. I couldn’t get the full effect with my sunnies on, and while I might cancel dates, I won’t miss a sunset if I can help it.
“There’s a deep V-cut in the front, and gold and cream flowers kind of crocheted on the fabric,” I say. “Flouncy skirt that hits just above the fingertips. Three-quarter length sleeves. Super feminine and flirty.”
“Ah, yes. I do remember that one. You look gorgeous in that. Good choice. Tell me you wore your nude heels that clasp around your ankles and gold jewelry.”
I laugh. “Yes. It’s like you know me or something.”
“I know you well enough to know that the only thing you do know about fashion is what looks good on you. I wish I had that skill.”
“You don’t need that skill because everything looks good on you, Sutton.”
“You’re too sweet.”
“Well, I’m feeling particularly sweet tonight since I had a whole spa day today and forwarded the bill to Myla.” I sigh blissfully. “I feel like a million bucks.”
Sutton laughs. “See? I totally hooked you up. You really have no reason to complain about this gig.”
“Oh, no.You don’t get to act like you’re doing me a favor here, bestie. I still have to put up with Ripley Brewer for the next few weeks. My complaint stands.”
