CHAPTER EIGHTY
Franklin’s lips moved silently. His face creased as he struggled with the words he’d written and practiced over and over. Georgie wanted to stroke away the worry that had overtaken his laughter lines. But the gulf between them seemed impossible.
He checked his watch, and Georgie glanced at hers.
Nearly time to go.
Across the room, Kat murmured to Josh. Georgie couldn’t hear what was said, but he rubbed her back, leaning in close, answering. They looked old for seventeen and twenty. But they had each other. More than Georgie could say for certain about her and Franklin.
She turned to him as his chest puffed with a deep breath. Her hand touched her abdomen, still flat, but she’d soon show. She hadn’t told him yet, was saving it for when things were better for him, and for
