“No, of course not.” His voice is still unsteady… “… If she’d wanted me to know, she’d tell me herself.”
“She may not want to tell you at all. Women often don’t with something like that. But for what it’s worth, it has not seemed to me that she came out of the experience traumatised.”
“No?” He sips. Breathes. Straightens up. “Would you know? Please, tell me what happened.”
“This remains between us.”
“Of course. You think I don't know how to be discreet? Was it a random attack? Or was it personal?”
“It was personal, yes, but not against Georgie. She was a means to an end.”
His brows rise. “A grudge against you? Revenge?”
“Only indirectly against me. It doesn’t matter. The point is, Georgie was rescued before any real damage was done. She wasn’t hurt. Only badly scared. Once she was s
