“It’s nice to meet you, too,” replied Berny, smiling, but her eyes belied the amiable words. Georgia knew she was in for a fight with Berny, and not a physical fight – she’d have scruffy volunteer any day of the week.
“Georgie’s volunteering here next week,” said Nick nervously. “You don’t mind showing her the ropes, do you?”
Nick’s helper agreed to induct Georgia, made her excuses and left. She’d turned and smiled at Georgia just before closing the door. But it hadn’t been a natural smile. It had an air of malice about it.
“We’d better lock up,” suggested Nick. “And then you can get on with the rest of your night. You’re meeting friends, aren’t you?”
Georgia wanted to talk to him about before, but he wasn’t having it; and she wanted to tell him that she’d enjoyed their kiss, a lot, an
