Chapter 15 Georgia
Georgia quietly turned the lock to the library door. Talen sat on worn wood treads of the staircase to the upper level, like he pulled down a book and immediately fell into the story. He was oblivious to her and her very short skirt, and the rest of the world.
For some reason, he did not wear a shirt and she heartily approved. The discarded garment sat on the floor, near the fireplace.
He was too handsome. He was all muscle and bulk, sitting with his elbows on his knees and a book cradled in his large hands. It just wasn’t fair that the universe made someone that good-looking and that intelligent.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat dramatically.
He lifted his head. “What are you wearing?”
She plucked at the buttons at the front of her white blouse, exposing the pale pi
