Georgia tilted her head, eyebrows knitting together at the strange way Nick reacted to the mention of her fiancé's name. His expression had shifted too fast, too sharply for it to mean nothing. But before she could question him, a knock interrupted her train of thought.
"Come in," Nick called, his voice clipped.
The door opened, and in walked the same woman who had brought folded clothes earlier. She was grinning, mischievously, knowingly...
"Well, well. Lover's quarrel finally over?" Evelyn teased, her tone light and playful as she breezed in.
"Cut it out, Evelyn. I don't even know her," Nick grumbled, gesturing in Georgia's direction like she was some strange artifact that had landed in his room.
"Georgia," she muttered, slightly offended. "My name is Georgia Lewis."
Evelyn turned to Nick with a theatrical gasp. "How rude of you, Captain. You didn't even ask the young lady's name before throwing yourself on top of her? Tsk. So typical of men."
