Georgia returned to the home office, water still clinging to her skin, a towel wrapped tightly around her body. Another hung from her hand as she rubbed it through her damp hair, droplets tracing down her collarbone.
Nick sat at his desk, jaw tight, eyes glued to the glow of his laptop screen. His fingers flew across the keys, opening unread emails and Evelyn's meticulous list of tasks.
He was so locked into catching up with work that he didn't notice Georgia quietly lock the door or the soft pad of her bare feet as she crossed the room toward him.
It wasn't until her warm hands pressed against his tense shoulders, kneading firmly into the knots at his neck, that he startled slightly.
"You go ahead and sleep first," he said without turning his head, his voice rough but distracted. "I just need to catch up. There's too much I missed today."
