Just as Georgia Thorne was about to speak, a middle-aged man suddenly cut in, interrupting her.
Elliot Sheridan, unable to hear what Georgia was about to say, frowned in displeasure. "Hello, President Hawkins."
Georgia Thorne had no interest in the men's conversation and wanted to slip away, but Elliot Sheridan caught hold of her, refusing to let her go.
Rhys Hawkins was a sharp-eyed man. His attention landed on Georgia Thorne, and he asked with a smile, "President Sheridan, and this young lady is...?"
"My wife," Elliot Sheridan stated with perfect composure.
"Your wife?"
"What? Don't we look like a good match?" Elliot Sheridan wrapped an arm around Georgia Thorne, pulling her into his embrace. His palm brushed against her hair, which felt incredibly soft to the touch.
"Not at all!" Rhys Hawkins immediately laughed to cover his awkwardness. "President Sheridan and Mrs. Sheridan are a match made in heaven. A perfect pair!"
