Georgia's POV
It had been more than a week since I last saw Nick in person. Not even the weekend gave us a chance; work had swallowed us whole.
Strangely, though, I wasn't entirely lonely. In those long hours at the office, I had gotten to know his brother and sister better. They stepped in without hesitation, helping me patch the holes from the losses we'd faced.
And with each late-night strategy session, each shared coffee, I couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't just helping, they were treating me like family.
I caught myself smiling at the thought, only to hear a familiar voice snap me back to reality.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
I jolted upright to see Melanie standing across my desk, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed in mock suspicion.
