Why did I have to be so negative all the time? I couldn't read Georgia's mind. There was no use speculating. I'd just have to wait. Maybe she just wanted to spend some time together since she hadn't really got to enjoy anything yet. After we left the beach, we headed back to our suite so we could rinse the salt off our bodies. I decided to be cute and wear the white and red hibiscus-patterned sundress I'd purchased earlier to match the white flower in my hair. Hopefully where we'd be going wouldn't have a strict dress code. Knowing Georgia, she would find something about my dress to complain about."Are you nervous?" Arian asked as he studied herself in the mirror, trying to get a good look at his backside. He'd opted for forest green sundress and it complimented his handsomest."I feel like I'm always nervous around Georgia.""But you're going on a date!" he all but yelled. "Are you happy? Are you excited? I'm all excited for you."I couldn't help but smile at him. "What about you? Y
Bennett's POVWilson is an odd guy. He never says what he wants to say. Anyone who watched him would be able to tell. That moment of hesitation where his eyes grow fierce- what he's thinking then, that's what he wants to say. But then split second later, he relaxes and says the thing that will keep the peace. His control is impeccable.But I want to hear what he wants to say. I don't want to see him biting something back for my sake. For my mother's sake."Damn it, Wilson. What did I just say? I don't care what you think you should do. Tell me what you want. You have to tell me what you want. You have to let me know I'm not on my own with this."Anxious. That's how I felt. It wasn't familiar to be the one doing the chasing. Women usually chased me. Now I realized just how scary it was. I knew I should've been cautious like Wilson was being, but what the future held didn't matter to me right now. I didn't care. Come what may. I just wanted him to tell me how he felt. I just wanted to k
"Don't say anything," I told Wilson before swiping to answer the call."Hello?""Where are you?" was his immediate response."I have a feeling you know where I am.""You're not with Solene and you're not at our site," he said. "If you've finished your work, come home. We have something we need to discuss.""What's that?""About that male you've been seeing."A ripple of irritation surged through me. I knew he was speaking like that on purpose. I knew he was trying to get a reaction from me. "His name is Wilson." I said evenly.The Wilson in question vigorously shook his head, holding up his arms."Don't bring me up!""Are you sure that's his name?" my mother asked me. "He seems to rely on lying. Were you aware that he has not even spent a day in France? He doesn't even have a passport. I'm sure there are many other lies he's told you that aren't true."I tried to keep my face impassive as to not worry Wilson, but I could tell by his paling face that I wasn't doing a great job. "Did yo
Wilson's POVA knock came from the bedroom door. It shook as someone tried to open it, but I'd locked it, so it didn't budge."Wilson?"It was Solene. Georgia must've finally given up. I wasn't sure how long she'd been out there at this point, banging on the door, trying to get me to open it, but I couldn't see her right now. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't get the image out of my head.The image of the double gold watches on his right wrist. The image of the back of her head as she walked away from me on the beach. The image of the back of her head at Mckellan's bar. My chest felt tight again and I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I had to get home. This couldn't be right. Georgia couldn't have been at the bar. But somehow, I knew it was her on the video footage. Georgia was there the night my brother went to jail."Wilson, can we talk? Just for a second?"I knew it was wrong to ignore Solene, but I didn't want to see anyone. I wanted to watch that video footage and
Suddenly the song Car Radio held a lot more meaning to it. When we arrived, I practically ran into the building, heading straight for Walter's office. A few customers gave me strange looks but I didn't give them a second thought."Wilson, how are you?" Walter greeted me, smiling widely and warmly. It fell slightly as he took in my appearance."Are you okay?""Can you play me that tape you showed us the other time?" I asked him. "And are there are cameras that have different angles we can look at?""Yes, it's all set up for you. Take a look, I'm going to go get you some water," he told me, urging me into the seat in front of the computer.I glanced at Arian. He nodded at me. I sat down at the computer. It took no longer than two seconds to see that the man on the video footage was Georgia. I knew her stupid hair. I knew that stupid style. I couldn't believe I didn't recognize her before, even without the dumb double watches. Was it because I never would have suspected her? Now she was
Wilson's POVFor the next couple days, it was almost impossible to talk to Georgia. Once again she was gone before I woke up, arrived home after I fell asleep, or just locked herself up in her room. I felt bad and I just wanted to apologize to her. I knew she was thinking the whole thing was her fault. She probably thought I regretted us kissing, too. I didn't want her thinking like that. But I didn't have any chance to tell her that.Since I had to make up for the hours I'd lost at Coffee House while I'd been in Hawaii, I'd been working a lot too. I tried texting her a couple times, only to receive a text from Henry saying that Georgia was busy.Ah, speaking of Henry, apparently he was my own personal chauffer now. I no longer had the rental and still couldn't bring my house car to Georgia's house, so Henry had taken to picking me up and dropping me off places. I hated it, but I also could understand. Georgia's mother knew somethiing was up with me so we had to take caution now more
"What?""I'm not aware of the full story, but I know that Georgia and Lee were at the McKellan's that night and that's the night Lee threw himself in front of a car. He suppresses that memory for a reason. I don't want you to bring it up. Please don't bring up McKellan's. You can mention your brother, but don't mention the place or that night. Please. Georgia went through a really rough time and I don't want to see him go back to that state."Lee threw himself in front of a car? The world was muted for a moment, the horror of her situation dawning on me. Had Georgia witnessed it? Was that why she got migraines? Is that why she got scared when someone mentioned a car crash?"Wilson?""I won't say anything," I promised her.My hands were shaking. I blinked rapidly, feeling my vision getting watery. I'd thought that Georgia could've been involved with my brother, when instead he'd been with her brother moments before he killed himself. I felt so guilty. I felt so bad for her. I couldn't
Georgia's POV.Click.Light flooded the inside of Lee's old room as I flipped the switch. My throat constricted at the sight of his abandoned bed. Nothing ever changed. Not in the room, not in my heart.Saying Wilson could use Lee's room was easy. Thinking about Henley using Lee's room was a little less easy. Being in Lee's room.. it wasn't easy at all. I wanted to keep it only for him. Keep it so he knew he had a place to return to. Except I knew he wasn't coming back. My hand clenched the handle and I fought the urge to slam the door and pretend the room didn't exist as I had been for the past half year.Grow up, I scolded myself. Lee wouldn't want this. If I couldn't do this for myself, and if I couldn't do this for Wilson, the least I could do it for was Lee. If Lee had been here, he would've offered up his bed the first night Wilson had shown up. He wouldn't have forced him to sleep on that cramped couch.Only now was I realizing how awful the couch must've been for him. And I wa