Her eyes fluttered open. Through the narrow slits, she saw Zane's fist slam into the wall beside her.
Her voice was dry and hoarse. "Zane, please, calm down. Whatever it is, we can talk about it."
"Tell me. Who is that man?" Zane glared, his bloodshot eyes filled with a murderous glint.
Georgia, "..."
Georgia refused to say a word, so Zane left her with a furious parting shot.
"Fine! You won't tell me? I'll find out myself!"
As the man's broad back disappeared from view, the tension that had gripped her finally subsided.
Georgia had never intentionally led Zane on. She had no idea why he had fallen for her.
'Perhaps it isn't love,' she thought, 'just his wounded male pride.'
In the hospital room, Selena Sheridan's eyes darted about as she stole glances at her Second Uncle from the corner of her eye.
Elliot Sheridan was smoking. He'd already gone through two cigarettes.
His icy eyes narrowed. He was waiting.
Georgia and Zane had been gone for about ten minutes.
