Chapter 22Georgia stepped out of the shower and heard the doorbell ring. She froze. Who could that be? She reached for her housecoat and ran to the bedroom and peaked out the window. She gasped at the sight of the man standing on her stoop.
She descended the stairs of the split level home, took a deep breath to steady her sudden onslaught of nerves, and opened the door. “Sean?”
He looked her up and down and pushed past her into the house. “Do you always answer the door dripping wet in your bathrobe?”
Stunned at seeing him and confused by his arrogant attitude, Georgia shut the door and turned to him. “Uh … hello, would you like to come in?”
He ignored her attempt at sarcasm. “Why didn't you tell me what you've been dealing with here?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean
