Georgia's POV
Before I could press him further, Vicky slid gracefully into our table like a queen taking her throne.
"Hello, brother," she greeted, her tone polite but sharp enough to slice glass.
Reagan arched a brow, smirking. "Wow, I didn't even get ten minutes, and you're already chasing me off. Relax, I'm not going to harm our sister-in-law."
"I never said you would," Vicky replied coolly.
"You didn't have to say it. We both know why you came." Reagan leaned back, casual, but his eyes gleamed with challenge.
"I came because I don't want Georgia to feel alone. I thought I'd keep her company," Vicky said, her voice calm but firm.
Reagan snorted. "Keep her company? What do you think I was doing? Am I that boring?"
My eyes darted between the two of them like a tennis match. My heart hammered. Were they seriously sparring over me right now?
