Nick's POV
"Let me help you unpack your suitcase, since Wendy's still busy with the dishes," I offered, watching Georgia sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Katie, coloring.
She lifted her head, brow arched, lips curving in that way that always made my blood stir. "Are you sure? There's no need. I can manage."
"I want to," I said firmly. "It's still early, and this house is massive for the two of you to clean. The less you have to worry about, the better."
She laughed—soft, musical, teasing. And I had no damn idea what was so funny.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "Are you planning to stay here tonight?"
The thought hadn't crossed my mind until she said it. Now it lit me up like fire.
"Well…" I leaned back with a smirk. "If you insist, I've got my things in the car. I wouldn't mind staying. I accept your offer."
That was so shameless of me. But I don't mind being shameless if it's for her.
