Seriously? Heat creeps into my face.

Georgia gapes at her, speechless.

I snap out of it and firmly state, "Nancy, we'll need some time to look at the menu. Could you give us a few minutes?"

She looks at me, disappointed she's not getting any gossip, replying, "Okay, sure." She walks away.

I shake my head, declaring, "I'm sorry about that."

Georgia shrugs. "It's okay. I guess I understand why you have some issues coming back home."

"You have no idea," I mutter.

She gives me a look of pity, and I hate it.

Get back on track.

"But you had a good time today, right? You had fun with my family?"

She assures me, "Of course I did. Also, Melanie texted me and said that she and her family will arrive Friday morning. That's still okay, right?"

I grab her hand, caressing the top with my thumb. "Of course it is," I say. "Are there any other friends that you want to invite?"

She glances at our hands but doesn't remove hers. Then she locks eyes with me. "No, I don't have any friends left in Texas. They've all gone off to other states where their hometowns are or moved for jobs."

I don't hesitate. "I can fly them in for you if you want."

She bites on her lip a few moments, then shakes her head. "No, that's not necessary."

My gut sinks. It's another reminder she's not marrying me for any other reason besides the fact that I needed a fake wife and she wanted a million dollars.

She slowly pulls her hand away, stabbing me in the gut. She reads the menu and questions, "What are you going to order?"

I don't need to look at the menu. It's my favorite place in town for barbeque, and it's never changed since I was a kid. I answer, "They have a family platter with everything on it. I thought we could split it so you can try everything?"

"Sure. That sounds great."

I motion for Nancy and place the order.

She asks, "What do you two lovebirds want to drink?"

"I'll have a draft beer," I state, then look at Georgia, realizing I don't even know what she likes to drink.

Is it champagne?

Rare wine?

I begin to freak out. This isn't the type of place that offers anything expensive. It's beer and very bad, cheap wine. The food's amazing, and the beer is great, but the wine sucks. It'll give you a headache for days.

Why did I bring her here?

I should have taken her to the country club.

Georgia surprises me and says, "I'll have the same as Sebastian."

"You drink beer?" I blurt out.

She jerks her head back. "Is there something wrong with that?"