Damien rolled his eyes. “I did not beg.”
“You did,” May said, poking him in the shoulder. “You were all, ‘But it’s Georgia’s first shoot since she took over! I gotta support my girl.’”
Damien turned to Georgia. “Don’t listen to her. She adds drama to everything.”
Georgia smiled softly. “I don’t mind. I’m glad you came.”
He grinned. “See? She gets it.”
Lucian, who had been silent behind the wheel, finally spoke. “Seatbelts, everyone.”
Georgia looked at him through the rearview mirror. His dark eyes met hers for a brief second before he shifted his focus back to the road.
“Morning, Lucian,” she said.
“Morning,” he replied, voice low and calm.
Just one word, but it made her chest do a quiet flip. She looked out the window, trying not to think too much about it.
As the car pulled out
