Free That Kind of Girl (Fillmore & Greenwich Book 2) by Kate Perry Page B

she'd come back to him.
    It was enviable.
    He'd thought that Siobhan and Georgina looked so similar, but now he could see how they weren't very similar at all. Georgina was taller and thinner where Siobhan had curves. Even their hair color was different. Georgina's was richer and deeper.
    He bet it'd feel soft to touch.
    The tanda ended, and some of the couples wandered off the floor. Siobhan saw him and waved, dragging her husband behind her.
    He greeted Christopher first. "Good to see you."
    Christopher shook his hand, clapping him on the arm. "Just like in Buenos Aires, isn't it?"
    Siobhan kissed him on both cheeks. Then she held his shoulders and pouted at him. "You didn't bring Georgina."
    "Not yet," he said.
    Siobhan sighed, patting his chest, and then gave her husband an undecipherable look.
    Christopher apparently knew exactly what it meant, though, based on his shrug. But before Remy could figure it out, Siobhan faced him and tipped her head. "The next tanda is about to start . . ."
    "And I'd be honored if you danced with me." He held his hand out.
    She accepted it gracefully and let him draw her into the crowd.
    The music started, and he waited a moment before he opened his arms and let her enter his embrace. He shifted slowly to the side, feeling her balance and the music before he led her into the dance.
    He'd danced with Siobhan in Buenos Aires, and she was a delightful partner. But as great as it was to dance with Siobhan, Remy knew Georgina would be infinitely better.
    They danced the tanda in silence. He had the sneaking suspicion that Siobhan knew he was thinking of her daughter and she didn't want to distract him from those thoughts. When the set finished, she thanked him and let him escort her back to her husband.
    Christopher took her hand, kissed it, and moved her back to the dance floor without a word. Remy watched as the man swept his wife into his arms. They moved together as though they were one—no confusion or debate, just a common understanding of where they were going.
    Remy liked that. He used to have that.
    He'd never have that again with anyone.
    You're so wrong, my love.
    He shook his head, smiling a little at Giselle's sweet, but exasperated, tone. He could almost see her hands on her hips and the adorable little line that formed between her brows. "No one could ever take your place," he muttered.
    Maybe not, but there's plenty more room in your heart.
    Right. He shook his head and changed his shoes to leave.
    He rode home and went up to his loft, Georgina and Siobhan still on his mind. They weren't close in some ways, but they loved each other. He wondered what Georgina had against her mother.
    Though God knew he wasn't one to judge. He walked into the kitchen and picked up a pen from the floor. He didn't get along with his parents. His dad had always thought he was a "damn pansy" because he was into art and not football.
    Not that he was into art any longer.
    Look down, my love.
    He blinked as he did, shocked that the pen was still in his hand and that his hand had drawn Georgina's face on a napkin forgotten on the counter. Her lips had that charming quirk that made him want to both kiss and strangle her, and her eyes held an imploring vulnerability.
    Obviously he was conflating Giselle and Georgina with each other.
    No, you're not. I always said your gift isn't art; it's connecting to what's inside a person.
    He pushed the drawing aside and raked his hair back. He was done with sculpting. He'd returned that gift.
    Silly man.
    Maybe. Definitely crazy, he thought as he dropped onto the couch. He rolled over and closed his eyes, seeing Georgina's face in the dark behind his lids.

 

     
    "Hey, Dana!" Beth said as she walked into the yoga studio.
    Dana checked the time. "If you're here for the next class, you're really early."
    "I know." Beth flushed a little, fidgeting with the strap of the expensive yoga mat bag slung over her shoulder. "I wanted to get settled in before other people