Georgia's POV
We got to the police station early because I wanted to get into the office ahead of everything—there was a mountain of work waiting for me.
Nick's announcement later today would make my company responsible for hiring crews for the new ships added to his fleet; that alone meant schedules to rearrange and meetings to run.
I still had to interview candidates for the operations manager role Irene left behind, shepherd the merger along, plan the wedding, and... if there was any spare breath and sort out details for the new house. My chest felt full just thinking about it.
"Why is Reagan's car here?" Nick muttered as we pulled up. He also pointed it out to Oliver before we all went inside the police station. I frowned; "Reagan wouldn't show up at places like this unless something was wrong," Nick added.
