Catch My Fall (50 page)

Georgia chuckled. “I think I’ve had enough of guys who wear kilts.”

“No. That asshole shouldn’t count. Was about as Scottish as my left ass cheek.”

“Which is actually French Canadian, if I remember correctly.”

“Mais oui,” Sam said without skipping a beat.

Georgia smiled, pulling her collar up around her jaw as she spotted the line of taxis down by the train station. Though her hotel was only another half mile away, the cold was creepy into her bones. Or perhaps that was this sudden overwhelming sense of doom.

“You’re alright, G. You’ve got money. You can find something in no time when you get back.”

Georgia quickened her pace, heading for the taxis. “Yeah, if my royalty check ever comes.”

“Hey, I said it, so it must be true.”

“That actually made me feel a little better.”

“Yeah? How bout this? I hereby command that Georgia Kilduff meet her Scottish soul mate, shag his ever lovin brains out, and live happily ever after.”

“Well shit.”

“Now go have a pint. Speak to some Scots. They always loved you.”

Georgia rushed past the last pub as though she might catch something if she hovered too long. “Will do. You have a good night.”

With that, Georgia pocketed her phone and rushed down to the first taxi in the line. Despite shutting herself into the warmth of the idling car, still she felt cold.