Georgia's Pov
My phone rang loudly, jolting me out of a deep sleep. I groaned in frustration, burying my face deeper into the pillow while hoping that whoever it was that was calling so early in the morning would take the hint and hang up.
But the insistent ringing continued, ruining the peaceful sleep I desperately wanted to have.
With a sigh of frustration, I reached over to the nightstand and squinted at the screen, and my irritation spiked when I saw the caller ID: George Flynn.
Of all the people who had to ruin my morning, it just had to be that no-good father of mine. I let the call go to voicemail, fully intending to deal with it later—if at all. He was the last person I wanted to speak to because he and I had nothing to talk about, and I couldn't afford to waste my breath on
