CHAPTER EIGHT
“Hmm.” Georgia stood at the doorway of the gym the next morning. “Good morning.”
Osana rolled her eyes, pedaling on the exercise bike.
“You’re one of those exercise freaks?”
“I always exercise before breakfast,” Osana said. “Gotta keep the body right and tight. You should try it.”
“My body’s tight enough, thanks.” Georgia faked a smile. “Did you sleep well?” She threw her arms up and pretended to stretch. “I slept so peacefully. That bed felt like heaven. I still can’t believe half of this place is mine.”
“I’m glad you slept well.” Osana increased her speed, her ponytail swinging as she pedaled. “Because it’s the last peaceful sleep you’re gonna get in this house.”
“Ooh. I’m scared. ” Georgia shook her hands, pretending to be frightened.
“You can joke all you want.” O
