“Did ya nail her?” Bear asked before I had both feet inside the office.

“What?”

“Georgia. Did you nail her?” he repeated before he plopped his ass in the chair across from my desk.

I dropped my briefcase under my desk and took a deep breath. I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off my building anger when I sat down. “It’s none of your business.”

He leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. “You’re losing your touch, buddy. It’s okay. We can’t all hit a home run every time.”

“Bear, it’s more complicated than that.”

“Sure.”

I rubbed my forehead, trying to work out the stress that had settled there since Georgia walked out my front door. I wasn’t angry at Bear for being his normal asshole self—that, I always expected—but I was angry at myself for being an asshole to Georgia. “Seriously. It’s complicated, and you wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s complicated?” James asked, walking into my office with a bagel hanging from his mouth and files in his hands.

Privacy at ALFA PI was almost impossible unless there was a client meeting. Although the office was filled with men, they were more gossipy than a church-lady group.

“Frisco struck out with Georgia,” Bear told him.

James sat down next to him and pulled the bagel out of his mouth. “That hot, pinup-looking chick at Gigi’s party?”

I dropped my head onto my desk, wishing I could start this day over. “Can everyone just leave?”

“Nah,” James replied. “We have to talk about Georgia.”

I lifted my head and stared at them. “Don’t we have work to do?”

“It can wait. We have a meeting in ten minutes. What happened with the girl?” James stuffed part of the bagel in his mouth.

“I just told her I couldn’t see her again.”

Bear’s mouth dropped open, and James stopped midchew and gawked.

“It wouldn’t work out between her and me. I made sure to put an end to it before anything started.” There was truth to my words, but there was no way in hell I’d tell them she was a virgin.

Not happening. Ever.

If Bear found out, he’d be all over her like a rabid dog looking for fresh meat. I certainly wasn’t going to let him have her, even if I wouldn’t allow myself to traverse those waters.

“Are you not over your shit with Jeanine yet, man? Get the fuck over what happened with that whore.”

I pointed at Bear and snarled. “Keep your mouth shut.”

“Fucker.” He leaned forward and batted at my hand. “Get your dick out of your ass and get over her. It’s time to move on. Georgia would be a great comeback.”

I threw myself back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

Georgia was more than a comeback—she was like the freakin’ World Series and Super Bowl rolled into one.

I didn’t know how many times I’d told myself that. I don’t know if I was buying my bullshit or if I was trying to make myself believe it as the truth.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “It has nothing to do with Jeanine. I hadn’t even thought about her.”

I hadn’t realized it before, but she hadn’t entered my mind since the moment Georgia walked into the Neon Cowboy. The woman, and I use that term loosely, who had ripped my heart out hadn’t even been a fleeting thought over the last thirty-six hours. Thoughts of Georgia had replaced her.

“Tell us what happened.” Bear tried to get me to answer him again, looking at me with concern. Really, the fucker wanted to hear the juicy details.

“Didn’t you get laid this weekend?” I asked, changing the subject. “Why don’t you regale us with your conquests?”

“Just another trashy biker broad.”

“Classy,” I mumbled and ran my fingers through my hair.

Thomas popped his head into the office, slapping the wall. “Let’s go, guys.”

“Let’s hit it.” James stood and stuffed the rest of the bagel in his mouth.

I had been saved, at least for a little while.

“This shit isn’t over,” Bear told me before we walked into the hallway.

“It’s done and in the past.”

“Uh-huh.”

I took a deep breath and entered the conference room. Thankfully, I’d have something else to think about for the next hour.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Georgia was like a hurricane that smashed into my borders and created mayhem around me. Not only did she leave devastation in her wake, she caused chaos inside me.

No matter how many times I told myself not to think about her, she was the only thing on my mind.

Even on my way to work this morning, the song started to play. Instead of turning it off, I listened to each word carefully and knew at that moment that I was totally and completely fucked.

As Thomas started the meeting, my phone beeped.

Sunshine: What the heck did you do to Georgia?

My stomach dropped. Who wasn’t in my shit today about her?

Me: Nothing, Sun. I swear to God.

I turned my screen off and ignored her.

“How’s the case with the wife?” James asked.

“Good,” I replied without skipping a beat. “I’m going to wrap it up this week. I have to get a better photo of them together, but she’s almost completely satisfied.”

“At least one person is,” Bear mumbled.

I kept my eyes glued to James. “Good. Here are three more cases we’d like you to take a look at and contact the clients.” He slid the files across the table.

I grabbed the papers, pulling them in front of me. “I’m on it.”

Another beep made me glance down.

Sunshine: She’s in tears. She just keeps mumbling your name.

What the fuck?

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. The last thing I wanted was Sunshine and, in turn, City pissed off at me. I just wanted to end things with Georgia before they started.

I guess technically the moment I placed my mouth against her soft, wet mouth things could have officially started, but I refused to believe it. I turned the phone over in my hand, debating on how to answer her.

Me: In a meeting. Can’t talk.

I took the coward’s way out. I set my phone on the table and started to rifle through the cases James had assigned to me. My eyes flickered to my phone when the screen turned on.

Sunshine: We aren’t done.

I grimaced but didn’t make a sound or reply. The last thing I wanted to do had been to draw more attention to myself. The gossip girls were around the table, and I wasn’t going to be on top of today’s list of people to make fun of.

I read through the files front to back as cases were doled out around the table.

“Any other business before we adjourn?” Thomas asked when I looked up.

“Nope,” I replied, glancing back down at my papers.

“Well…” Bear cleared his throat.

“Bear,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Nothing here.” He laughed.

“Smart,” I mumbled.

“Then let’s get to work. We have more new clients coming in today and more work to give out later this week. It may be Tuesday, but there’s too much to do without slackin’ off.” James’ tone was serious.

I wanted to laugh. Although we all pulled our weight and worked our asses off for the company, they always found time to slack. That was the number one thing I loved about working here. It wasn’t business all the time. I felt at home here, the camaraderie much like a brotherhood or a family.

I was the first one to grab my papers and head for the door. When I stepped into the hallway, I stopped midstep. City stood outside my office door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking angry.

“City.” I tried to keep my voice from betraying the shock and worry I felt at him being here. “What’s up, man?”

“We gotta talk.”

“Surrre,” I said, motioning toward my office. “Let’s go inside.”

He opened the door and I trailed behind, keeping my distance.

Sweat started to form on my brow line. I had never been afraid of City, but I sure as hell never wanted to piss him off.

“What’s up?” I asked, walking around my desk.

“Listen, Frisco,” he said as he rubbed his forehead and sat down. “Sorry for the display out there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not pissed at you. Suzy asked me to talk with you, and I know she’ll call Angel to see if I did. I had to make sure I looked angry so word wouldn’t get back to the wife. Got me?” He laughed and shook his head. “Fuckin’ women.”

Suddenly the lump that had formed in my throat vanished. “Thank God. I thought you were here to beat my ass.”

“Nah, bud. What happened with G? I thought you liked her.” He leaned back in the chair, his shoulders and body relaxing.

“City, what do you know about her?”

“Not much, but if you say she has a dick, I’m not going to believe you.”

“Nothing like that, fucker.”

“I only know that Suzy loves her and thinks you two would be great together. When my wife calls upset, I act on it.”

“I know.” I blew out a hard breath. “She’s different than other girls.”

“You found one of those?”

“One of what?” I asked, straightening my back and playing stupid.

“A girl you can’t imagine life without.”

I held my hands up. “Wait a minute. I’m not saying that. She’s just different.”

“So was my Suzy. That’s why I wanted her so badly. I knew the moment I found out she was different that I wanted no one but her in my life.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” I gripped the armrests, feeling the blood drain from my knuckles.

“Stop lying to yourself. What’s so different about Georgia that you threw her ass out? You’ve never thrown anyone away. I know you, Frisco,” he said as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “You never burn a bridge to pussy heaven.”

I laughed, caught completely off guard by his statement. It didn’t sound like something I’d heard him say in a long, long time. “It’s not that.”

“Well, stop telling me what it isn’t and start spilling your guts about what it is. Why is this girl in knots today, and why in the fuck am I getting calls from my wife telling me she’s going to kick you in the balls?”

“I didn’t throw Georgia out of my house. I swear to God, that didn’t happen. I just told her we couldn’t see each other again.”

“Ever?” City asked, resting his index finger against his lips as he stared at me. “I mean, there’s more. You have the woman in tears.”

“My cock is just that amazing.” It was not my place to tell the story of Georgia’s sex life, or lack thereof.

City rolled his eyes and smashed his hands together. “I can see I’m going to get nothing out of you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Did you do something that would make me want to kick your ass?”

I shook my head and frowned. “I was such a gentleman, you’d give me a pat on the back.”

His eyebrows drew together. “You didn’t fuck her?”

“Nope. I didn’t.”

“Then what the fuck is she so upset about?”

I cleared my throat and decided to spill the beans. “I’ll tell you, but it does not leave this room.”

“Swear.” He held up two fingers, giving me a bullshit scout’s honor.

“She’s a virgin,” I blurted.

His eyebrows shot up and almost grazed his hairline. “A what?”

“A virgin,” I repeated, speaking more slowly.

“Well, fuck.” He scrubbed his hands over his face.

I nodded and closed my eyes, taking a moment to let that reality set in. “Yeah. It’s a total clusterfuck.”

He stood and started to pace in front of my desk. “But then I don’t get why she’s so upset.”

“We messed around a little, and in the morning, I told her I couldn’t see her again.”

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me. “You what?”

I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the tension that I could feel building. “I can’t see that girl again.”

“She’s like the Holy motherfuckin’ Grail, Frisco. I would’ve killed to have had Suzy be a virgin when I met her.”

His reaction matched that of probably eighty percent of the male population in the world, but not mine.

“You married Sunshine. I have no plans on settling down with Georgia—or anyone. I’m not going to be the one to take her virginity either.”

“Georgia isn’t Jeanine.”

I resisted the urge to do a face plant on my desk. “I know. Jeanine couldn’t keep her legs closed.”

He rested his hands on the desk. “Just listen to me for a minute.” He paused, holding his hand up before he stood. “You wanted a relationship. You’re a lot like me, but you’re waiting for the right girl. What’s better than a virgin? You won’t have to worry about her fucking around. I really like Georgia. I think she’s perfect for you.”

“City.” My voice was laced with warning. “I just need to stay away from anything involving commitment. Georgia is a great girl, but just not for me.”

He walked toward the door and paused. “I got ya.” He opened the door, and when he walked out, I swear he mumbled, “We’ll see about that.”

I set my face in my hands, pressing the fleshy part of my palm into my eyes. I could see no one was going to let sleeping dogs lie. I’d do everything in my power to make everyone realize I wasn’t the guy for her.