5
“If I didn’t detest Georgia as much as I do, I might laugh at how adorable she is.”—Wyatt Gates
I’m not particularly thrilled to be heading to my old stomping grounds. I try to avoid this area at all costs. Too many bad memories exist there. I’m even less enthused that I have to take Georgia with me.
Ethel.
I’m trying to remember what it is that I love about that woman. I’m finding it hard to recall at the moment. She’s the sweetest person in the world, but she’s also the most stubborn.
The inside of the cab is mostly quiet, except for the rumble of the engine. If Georgia’s mere presence didn’t bother me so much, I could almost forget she was even here. Almost.
Even when she’s silent, I can’t ignore her. My body knows she’s close. It warms at the thought of her. How is it possible
