Nick's POV
"I never promised anything. And if I did, I'm taking it back," I said, my voice calm, my tone sharp enough to slice through the tension. Cold. Final. I didn't give a damn anymore.
They can call me a jerk, a womanizer, a man with no balls, for backing out of that marriage that I didn't even agree to; I don't care. Damn, I had endured worse titles and nicknames than that after going to prison.
It doesn't matter to me anymore.
The only thing that matters to me is how Georgia sees me and what she thinks of me, and that's it. Period.
"Nicholas!" My father's roar cracked through the room like thunder.
Before I could snap back, Vicky slipped in, looping her arm through his like a lifeline. "How about we eat first? I'm starving, and I know everyone else is too. Maybe once we've actually got some food in us, we'll think with our brains instead of our tempers." She tugged him toward the dining room with practiced sweetness.
