No, wait. That’s heartburn.
With a frown, Georgia rubbed her chest. She only ever got heartburn when she was stressed. She dashed off a short message to Freema, basically saying that she arrived, and her heart got stomped. More to follow.
“Do you need anything else?” Talen asked, standing by her luggage.
“I think I just need to lie down for a bit.” Her emotions went from excitement to confusion and humiliation, followed by disappointment, frustration and, inexplicably, attraction.
“We’ll talk in the morning. If you need anything, I’m on the other side of the door,” Talen said, casting one long look at her. As his eyes swept over her, she felt the heat in his gaze. A blush rose to her cheeks, but he left before she could say anything more.
She washed her face in the bathroom and brushe
