Wilson's POVA knock came from the bedroom door. It shook as someone tried to open it, but I'd locked it, so it didn't budge."Wilson?"It was Solene. Georgia must've finally given up. I wasn't sure how long she'd been out there at this point, banging on the door, trying to get me to open it, but I couldn't see her right now. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't get the image out of my head.The image of the double gold watches on his right wrist. The image of the back of her head as she walked away from me on the beach. The image of the back of her head at Mckellan's bar. My chest felt tight again and I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I had to get home. This couldn't be right. Georgia couldn't have been at the bar. But somehow, I knew it was her on the video footage. Georgia was there the night my brother went to jail."Wilson, can we talk? Just for a second?"I knew it was wrong to ignore Solene, but I didn't want to see anyone. I wanted to watch that video footage and

Wilson's POVFor the next couple days, it was almost impossible to talk to Georgia. Once again she was gone before I woke up, arrived home after I fell asleep, or just locked herself up in her room. I felt bad and I just wanted to apologize to her. I knew she was thinking the whole thing was her fault. She probably thought I regretted us kissing, too. I didn't want her thinking like that. But I didn't have any chance to tell her that.Since I had to make up for the hours I'd lost at Coffee House while I'd been in Hawaii, I'd been working a lot too. I tried texting her a couple times, only to receive a text from Henry saying that Georgia was busy.Ah, speaking of Henry, apparently he was my own personal chauffer now. I no longer had the rental and still couldn't bring my house car to Georgia's house, so Henry had taken to picking me up and dropping me off places. I hated it, but I also could understand. Georgia's mother knew somethiing was up with me so we had to take caution now more

Georgia's POV.Click.Light flooded the inside of Lee's old room as I flipped the switch. My throat constricted at the sight of his abandoned bed. Nothing ever changed. Not in the room, not in my heart.Saying Wilson could use Lee's room was easy. Thinking about Henley using Lee's room was a little less easy. Being in Lee's room.. it wasn't easy at all. I wanted to keep it only for him. Keep it so he knew he had a place to return to. Except I knew he wasn't coming back. My hand clenched the handle and I fought the urge to slam the door and pretend the room didn't exist as I had been for the past half year.Grow up, I scolded myself. Lee wouldn't want this. If I couldn't do this for myself, and if I couldn't do this for Wilson, the least I could do it for was Lee. If Lee had been here, he would've offered up his bed the first night Wilson had shown up. He wouldn't have forced him to sleep on that cramped couch.Only now was I realizing how awful the couch must've been for him. And I wa

Wilson's POVIn my head, I'd imagined my reunion with Brandon to be slightly teary and very heartwarming. Of course I should of known, since it was Brandon, it would be the opposite."Brandon!" I cried as he lunged at Georgia with outstretched hands.I was too far away to stop him, but Georgia quickly caught Brandon's arms, twisting them and holding them in place behind Brandon's back. For a moment I was too shocked by his reaction to move- Georgia hadn't seemed the type to know how to protect herself- but then I moved forward to grab Brandon's shoulders and pull him away from Georgia before he could do any real harm."So you're the one huh," Brandon said lowly, eyeing Georgia up and down slowly.Georgia looked understandably confused. "Sorry?""Brandon, don't even start," I said warily."No way! No guy is living with my little sister without my permission," Brandon said, cracking his knuckles intimidatingly.Solene snorted from behind us, earning her a dirty look from my brother. "And

Georgia's POV"Ms. Calloway?"My eyes snapped to Henry, who was standing in front of my desk, holding a manila folder in his hands. I hadn't heard him walk in. Straightening in my seat, I cleared my throat. "What?""Are you feeling okay? You didn't answer when I knocked, so I came in."Sighing, I rubbed a hand across my forehead. He probably thought I'd fallen asleep again. "I'm thinking.""Ah, I'll just leave this here then. It's just the information regarding the licenses for the hotel in Wailea. We've hired a Webmaster for the creation of the website.""Thank you."He nodded. "Then, I'll be going."Before he could walk out the door, I spoke up. "Can I ask you a question? Not as your boss, but as a friend?"His expression brightened. "Of course!""Let's say you know this guy and for some reason he is staying with you and it's been going great, but something came up where he wants to move out, but you don't want him to leave... how do you get him to stay?"Henry blinked at me. "Are yo