Georgia pulled out her phone and typed a quick message.
“Change of plans. I’ll be staying longer than intended. You can hang around till I’m done.”
She sent it to Troy, dropped her phone back in her purse, and straightened her blazer with a small tug. Her heels made a soft tap on the floor as she walked back toward the dining area.
Andrew looked up from his drink when he saw her. “That was fast,” he said, smiling.
Georgia returned the smile, her tone light. “Turns out, what I had to handle got moved. I’ve got some free time now. So… I’ll stay for lunch.”
Andrew’s face lit up. “That’s good news. I’m glad.”
Bonnie, sitting beside him, stiffened. She didn’t say a word, but Georgia could feel her glare. It was like a knife trying to cut through skin. Georgia didn’t look her way, but insi
