The man standing at her apartment door right now was Elliot Sheridan.
She recognized him instantly, even in the deep darkness.
He was wearing the same clothes as he had during the day, his tall, lean frame propped against the wall.
A cigarette was pinched between two of his fingers, its crimson tip flaring and fading in the dark.
Elliot seemed to sense her presence at that very same moment, his sharp, dark eyes sweeping over to her.
His gaze was like two sharp blades, fixed in Georgia Thorne's direction.
Her mind went completely blank, her head was buzzing, and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.
'Why is he here?!'
Elliot dropped the cigarette butt and strode purposefully toward Georgia, who was on the stairs.
A gust of cold wind rushed toward her, mussing her long hair.
Before her brain could even process it, the man had already pulled her into a tight embrace.
The heavy scent of smoke on Elliot clung to Georgia, instantly throwing her breathing into disarray.
