Her mum was the second call Georgie had made since she’d landed. The first was to Kayleigh to make sure she remembered that she was supposed to go to her dad’s house for the weekend. Kayleigh had started doing that more regularly now, especially since she’d got to know her dad’s girlfriend, Monica, and they got on really well. So well, in fact, that Monica had asked her how she’d feel about getting a little brother or sister. Apparently, Monica hadn’t broached the subject with Flynn yet, but she hoped that he’d be receptive to the idea. Georgie didn’t have the heart to tell her. However, the fact that Kayleigh was open to the idea of a sibling was great news. Especially given the huge smile on the face of the man who was right there waiting for Georgie.
Lachlan Morden watched as his girlfriend of seven months came towards him and he scooped her up as soon as she reached him. The first time he saw her, she’d been dancing in the snow. Now they danced in his kitchen. In the park. On the beach.
Lachlan had slept on her couch that night of the party. The next morning, Grant had returned to London, and Kayleigh had gone to stay with her dad for a few days. Their departures had given Georgie and Lachlan the house to themselves and… well, it turned out Georgie’s notion for a one-night stand had been a great idea after all. It had become a two-night stand. Then a three. Then a four. Then every night until she’d flown out to LA the following week. He’d stayed in Weirbridge to work day and night on the new café, then joined her in Colorado for New Year.
The sale of the old café building had gone through in time for Jason to get his money before his and Tanya’s child had arrived. Lachlan had meant it when he’d told Tanya that he wished her well, but he had no idea how they were doing, and he was fine with that. That was a closed book. The past.
And the present?
For the rest of this year, it had involved a crapload of airmiles. He’d flown to America to see Georgie for a weekend in February. And March. And a month in April. And a week in May. And two weeks in June. He hadn’t taken a holiday for three years, so he figured he owed himself some time off. Besides, he just worked longer hours at Dax’s house on the weeks that he was in London. Turns out the footballer hadn’t been transferred after all. He’d done two weeks in rehab, and then the club had advised him to adopt a wellbeing routine to keep him out of the casinos. Yoga was just one element of that. And there was definitely a romance budding with his new yoga teacher, one that Lachlan had recommended and flown down from Glasgow.
‘Hello, you,’ Georgie said, as he put her back on solid ground. He’d never been the gushy type. Or overly romantic or sentimental. But she brought something out in him that he just couldn’t explain. Maybe that’s why he was perfectly calm about the baby, even though they hadn’t been together long. Contrary to what everyone thought, it had been planned. Or rather, hoped for. Lachlan had held his breath when he’d told her that he’d still like to have a child, especially when Georgie had admitted she’d had no intentions of ever adding to her family. But then she’d thrown her hands up, laughing, and pointed out that she was thirty-eight and if they were going to do it, they’d better get started. It had worked out perfectly. The baby would be born at the end of the next season ofThe Clansman, when she’d planned to be with him in London anyway. She loved it here, because she got to spendtime with Grant too. This was her home. At least for now. They’d talked about moving back to Weirbridge when the baby was born, and to his surprise, he liked that idea. He wanted their child to have family. Connections. Bonds. So much love it would never feel alone. And he knew his mum would have been delighted that they’d found that in the place that meant more to her than anywhere else.
‘What are you thinking there, my very serious man?’ Georgie teased him.
He took her case, his other hand slipping around her waist. ‘I was thinking that I love you. Both of you.’ He nodded to the bump under her jacket. ‘And that for the rest of my life, I’m going to have two good things at the end of every day.’
