Georgia's POV
"Wait, where are your parents and Wendy?" I blurted, a little too sharply. The mix of excitement and nerves twisted in my stomach, and for a second, all I could picture was chaos in the kitchen or someone falling into the water or, God, I needed to breathe.
Nick just laughed softly, that warm, steady sound that instantly wrapped around my frayed nerves. "Relax, babe," he said, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. "They're probably already in the villa cooking. According to Vicky, our mom and Wendy practically shoved the staff aside the moment we told them we were coming. They insisted on cooking."
I exhaled, my shoulders dropping. "Right. That… sounds exactly like them."
Nick's grin widened. "You were excited enough to forget they existed for a second."
My mouth dropped open. "I did not!"
"You totally did."
