Chapter 69
GEORGIA'S POV
My laughter died down slowly, and Nikolaj's mirth faded along with it. As he turned his attention back to the sizzling grill, Jaime emerged from the shadows, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Good grief, jealousy had transformed him. He looked like a psychiatric patient who had just managed a frantic escape from the ward.
"What's the celebration?" he asked, his voice tight as he reached us.
"Just enjoying some hot beef against the evening chill," Nikolaj replied easily. He picked up a seared slice and offered it.
Jaime opened his mouth, and Nikolaj dropped the meat in. As Jaime chewed, trying to manage the heat, he pulled up the third chair. Why the maids had set out exactly three chairs in the first place was beyond me, but there he was, sitting right in front of us.
"Mind if I join the party?" he asked, his jaw working around the steak.
