May glanced at her phone and stood. "I need to take this. Damien, come help me check out the pastries. They look too good."
Damien raised a brow, but followed. "Sure. Don't eat them all without me."
Georgia and Lucian were left alone at the table. The soft clinking of cutlery around them faded into the background.
Lucian finally spoke. "You really surprised me."
She looked at him. "I know."
"I wasn’t angry," he said, tapping his fingers on the edge of the glass. "Just... concerned. You do so much, Georgia. I don’t want to see him take advantage of your success."
She reached across the table slightly, her fingers brushing the base of his glass. "I get that. And I appreciate it. But this isn’t about him. This is about me, doing what I need to do."
Lucian looked at her, really looked a
