George's POV
I had been down and sick with worry since Tammy's disappearance, allowing different bad thoughts to cloud my mind.
I was seated on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, when the door opened and one of the bartenders walked in.
“George?” He called out, and I turned to him with my brows raised.
“Someone is out asking for you,” he said, exiting the room before I could say another word.
I exited the room, walked into the bar, and was shocked to see Anna. She raced toward me and threw herself at me for a hug, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and I hugged her too.
“What are you doing here?” I asked with a smile as we pulled away from the hug.
“I missed you and thought seeing you would make me feel better,” she responded with pouty lips and a gleeful look marred her fa
