Justin Sullivan lowered his head, his gaze falling on her wrist, which was red from his grip. A flicker of heartache crossed his dark eyes.
Ignoring Hayley Sullivan's presence, he moved closer to her with concern, just as he had every time Georgia had gotten hurt in the past, wanting to examine her wrist.
This time, however, Georgia dodged his hand.
Justin Sullivan froze, stunned. When he looked up, Georgia's gaze was averted, refusing to meet his.
He gave a wry smile. Gazing again at the wrist he had reddened, he said bitterly, "I'm sorry. I was too rough."
"...It's fine."
Hayley Sullivan stood in the doorway, staring at them.
Georgia didn't dare look up to meet Justin Sullivan's eyes. She tucked the wrist he'd grabbed behind her back, standing frozen in place.
Hayley Sullivan grew anxious. She couldn't let something new spark between Justin and Georgia in this short time.
