Georgia stepped out of the elevator, still holding the black card between her fingers. She tucked it into the inside pocket of her coat as she moved through the lobby. The receptionist gave her a small nod on her way out.
Troy was already standing by the car, door open.
“You good, ma’am?” he asked as she slid into the backseat.
“Yeah." she replied, buckling her seatbelt. “Drive.”
He blinked. “Any particular place?”
She leaned forward slightly, resting her hand on the back of his seat. “Take me to Deluca’s. The boutique, not the one by the mall, the one in West District.”
Troy’s brows rose slightly in the mirror. “Deluca’s in West? That’s... pretty upscale.”
“I know.” Georgia sat back, smoothing her coat across her lap. “That’s the point.”
Troy said nothing more, just nodded and sta
