Free Writing Mr. Right by Michaela Wright Page B

again, but she wrinkled up her nose and didn’t finish. “Come on, woman. Out with it. What?”
    She took a deep breath. “I think you might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    The exact words he’d fought not to say all morning came from her lips with such fearlessness that it almost frightened him to hear them. He took a moment, the only sound between them that of the eggs sizzling in the pan. He glanced down at them. They were perfectly over easy. He shut off the stove top, moved the pan to a cold burner, and rounded the counter without a word.
    Georgia had only a second to brace for him as he lunged down into the bed, his lips on hers.
     
    Inverness station was only a twenty minute walk down the way, but by the time their morning round of aggressive shagging finally passed, it was half ten, the eggs were cold on the stove, and Georgia still hadn’t collected her things from the Premier Inn. By the time he pulled up outside Inverness Station, it was quarter past eleven, and they hadn’t even glanced at a train schedule.
    Garrett parked outside the station, assuring Georgia that he had no intention of just leaving her there to wait alone. “That’s simply no how the Burns Book Shop does business, lass.”
    Georgia laughed as she fought with her bag in the small trunk of his car. “Oh, I’ve seen how the Burns Book Shop does business, thank you very much. My ass still stings.”
    Georgia turned for the station, and Garrett grabbed her ass, giving it a brutal squeeze as he walked her toward the station. She swatted at his hand, pressing her skirts down around her as he chased her across the parking lot.
    They went inside, Georgia scanning the massive hall for the ticket kiosk. She hustled over ahead of him, quickly punching in her destination and yelping slightly at the sight of the price tag. “Fifty five pounds! Jesus, Scotland. What are you doing to me?”
    “Come on, now. You’ve sold a million bloody copies of your books! That’s nothin!”
    “A million point five, thank you very much,” she said, sticking out her tongue as she slipped her credit card into the machine. “That doesn’t mean I have any money, though!”
    “What? Ye lose it all on liquor and prostitutes?”
    “No, but I plan to.” She winked at him as her tickets printed. “I haven’t received the royalties for any of that, yet.”
    The trains bustled suddenly with a surge of people arriving from the south. Georgia scanned around the place, searching for platform numbers.
    Garrett watched her, smiling. “Wait, none of it?”
    She shook her head, glancing down at her ticket. “I’ve received a bit from the first book, but this whole ‘massive best-seller’ thing? Haven’t been cut a check yet. Not for another month at least. Oh god damn it, what did I do?”
    “Are ye serious?”
    Georgia’s face flushed and she turned toward the platforms and began plowing ahead. “Not only am I not rolling in the cash right now, I’m also fucking homeless.”
    “Are you alright, love? What’s wrong?”
    “I mistimed my ticket!” She exclaimed, and her voice sounded pained.
    Suddenly the speakers overhead announced the departure of her train. Garrett’s stomach tightened. He wasn’t ready for her to leav e. “Is this you? Ah fuck, love, already? ”
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late. I would’ve -”
    The voice overhead announced final boarding, and Garrett moved without thinking, grabbing Georgia around the waist and pulling her to him. He planted his lips on hers, breathing her in as much as he could in those final seconds that he would have her. She settled into his arms, clutching his jacket as tightly as he did hers. He breathed deeply, her hair still wet and smelling of his own shampoo. God, what he wouldn’t give to keep her there.
    “If this is you, dear, you’ll be wantin to go now.”
    Garrett pulled from her lips to acknowledge the conductor as he bustled past. Georgia grabbed up her bag,