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bedpost and ravage her soft body whenever it pleased me? A smile tilted my lips at the thought. It sounded like a fucking dream. A fantasy come to life—ravaging Georgia whenever, wherever.  
    “It’s ready,” she said softly at my side as she laid the steaming dish of manicotti on the island. We each made our way around opposite ends and sat at the barstools. I poured wine into our glasses. She lifted the goblet to her sweet lips and took a swallow. I watched her throat move and contract and I instantly wanted to wrap my hand around her neck and bite and lick and claim her.  
    Without thinking, I snaked my hand over to her thigh and rested it there. Her eyes darted down to my hand holding her denim-covered leg. I gave it a soft squeeze and sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, watching her, begging with every fiber in me that she wouldn’t push me away. My heart couldn't fucking handle it if she pushed me away again. Her eyes lifted to meet mine as her lips parted, sucking in a slow breath.  
    “Tristan.” My name escaped her lips in a whisper.  
    I shut her down before she could say more. I wasn't prepared for what she might tell me. “Thanks for inviting me to dinner.” I grinned that easy grin that I reserved only for women and then pulled my hand away, dishing manicotti out for both of us.

A week went by in no time at all. Every morning, I walked Charlie down the beach and, on the way back, I gave Georgia a wave as she sat on the deck, sipping her coffee. Every morning, I wanted to run to her. I wanted her to run to me. I wanted her in my bed because she was already consuming my thoughts, but I was restraining myself. I had to try. Restraining myself was the last thing I’d done all summer. I’d let my impulsive emotions get the best of me and it hadn’t worked, so now I was taking it slow. I was doing what I should have done all summer. I was letting her come to the realization that she wanted me too. It was taking longer than I expected—I wasn't used to waiting on a girl—but I was determined to make it work, because if it didn't, I would go crazy.  
    She finally called the following week. I was waiting for her call, wondering how long it would take, pulling my hair out waiting for it. But finally, it came.  
    “Dinner?” she chirped over the line. I glanced up at the clock and noted it was after five.  
    “What’s on the menu?” I grinned as I pretended to consider her offer. Like there was a chance in hell I would be turning her down.
    “Chili. It’s been simmering in the slow cooker all day and I have tons. I thought it only neighborly to share.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
    “Definitely the neighborly thing to do.” And much more. If this girl were just my neighbor, my dick wouldn’t be twitching in my pants right now. “What time?” I asked as I adjusted myself to ease the ache at the sound of her voice.  
    “Now?”
    “Not one for scheduling, huh?” I huffed as a smile tipped my lips at the idea of seeing her again.  
    “We can do it another time . . .” she trailed off softly. Was that disappointment in her voice? Fuck, I hoped so.  
    “No, I’ll be down in five.”
    “Bring Charlie too. I have something for him,” she said before hanging up. I wrinkled my forehead. She had something for my dog? Charlie was higher up on her list than I was? Not that I wanted something from her—I wanted everything. Anything she would give me. I had to do something to move this dance along faster. My brain warred with itself, wondering if I could wait her out or beg her to have me like that pathetic fool I was.  
    After brushing my teeth and running a hand through my hopeless mop of hair that for some reason had women dropping their panties and falling into my bed, I called for Charlie and headed out the door and down the beach. I jogged up her deck, Charlie on my heels, and tapped on the French doors before stepping in. Georgia looked up at me, a smile spread across her