Georgie's Beau Azod, Shara

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concentrated campaign on his part to get her back
into his bed. She was weak for Beau in general, but
this new Beau was something to behold. Coupled
with Ida s insistence she forgive him, especially
now that he had lost his father, Georgie felt herself
growing weaker and weaker with each passing
day.
That was why she was here now with him.
He hadn t taken no for an answer. Her other
alternatives were to return to New Orleans with
Ida, or drag her son and the older woman to some
unknown destination. She certainly had the money
to do that now. Branford had left both Georgie and
Ida a nice nest egg, and even placed money in
trust for Little Beau. The number had astounded
her. Little Beau might have been his grandchild,
but he was not a grandchild Branford could
proudly place on his shoulders and brag to his
friends about.
Moving back to her father s place was not
an option. Georgie had long since forgiven him for
basically selling her to Beau, but she could not
condone it. What if it happened again? To give
himself comfort, believing he was taking care of
her and her child, would he do the same thing
with some other unknown man? Maybe it wasn t
fair to think about her father that way, but damn it
she couldn t help it. He had sold her to Beau to
soothe his own conscious about the way he raised
her. Who knew what bee he would get in his
bonnet next.
Georgie had to think not only about Little
Beau, but also Ida. Branford had been Ida s world.
When she had collapsed, Georgie had been so
afraid. Ida had become the mother she never had,
and so much more. It had been strange to learn
there was nothing at all wrong with the older
woman, she was experiencing her long time
lover s final moments, proof positive of their
forbidden love. Georgie had been terrified Ida was
dying and leaving her to face the future all alone.
It was a shamefully selfish thing to think about,
but ultimately, Branford s support had been on
account of his son. Who else could understand her
situation so well? Branford s passing had killed
Ida a little.
Ida a little.
Georgie and Ida had been delegated to the
balcony seats with the rest of the colored populace
who wanted to pay their respects. Lily Anne had
sat up front, right next to the coffin of the man who
was never really her husband, as dry- eyed and
stern faced as ever. The French woman sat beside
her, crying prettily into her handkerchief. Beau
had not sat with them. He had stood next to where
his father rested, his jaw set in a hard, determined
line. Georgie could almost see the wheels in his
mind working, making plans for heaven knows
what. Now she knew. After laying his father into
the ground, Beau had gone into the big house for a
final time. He had returned to the house he
insisted on sharing with her less than a mile away
from where his wife resided with his mother, and
told her they were all moving to Hawaii, an
American territory in the South Pacific. She d been
shocked into to silence, which thinking back was
probably a mistake. He hadn t waited for her to
find her tongue, just went around packing and
giving instructions.
Wool gathering?
Georgie jumped at Beau s amused voice.
How much like the old Beau he seemed, yet again,
he was far more world weary than before. He had
grown up so much in such a short time, but then
so had she. His smile could still melt her heart, but
there was a sad knowledge in those eyes. That
young, carefree man Georgie had grown to love
was gone forever.
I still can t believe I m here, she said by
way of explanation. That was all he needed to
know. She wasn t about to admit she was
weakening, that her heart had already forgiven
him no matter what her brain told her.
I have a surprise for you waiting at the
house. Beau smiled that wicked, crooked twist of
his generous lips, his eyes sparkling with
mischief.
There was a ghost of the Beau she used to
know. It made her glad to see something of the
playfulness in him. It had been so long since
they d been playful. There was something more
about him she was beginning to notice. He seemed
much more self-assured. He was more relaxed
than he d been recently. It was almost as if his
than he d been recently. It was almost as if his
father s passing had freed him in some unknown
way.
Beau& It was really useless to try to talk
him out of living together. He wouldn t listen no
matter how hard she tried. As she suspected, he
cut her off.
Not now, just wait.
What was the use? Sooner or later, she was
going to wind up right back where they left off.
She knew that. She would fight it with every fiber
of her being, but in the end, she couldn t fight the
irresistible force that drew her to him. A part of her
wanted to be strong enough to tell Beau no, to
leave and never look back; but Georgie knew she
wouldn t do that. Through all of the mess that had
happened, she could never love anyone the way
she loved him. No one would ever make her feel
the way he could, the way he did. Everything
about this new Beau intrigued her.
For one thing, he loved Little Beau to
distraction. Unlike his father who never [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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