He notarizes the document, then states, "I'll email both of you copies later today."

"Thank you," Georgia chirps.

"Great. We need to get going," I announce, rising.

Huck puts the papers in his briefcase and places his cowboy hat back on his head. He nods to Georgia. "Ma'am. It was nice meeting you."

"You too. Hey, I have something for you."

"Oh?" he asks.

She goes to the counter and picks up a small box. There are four larger ones next to it. She states, "This morning, I baked cupcakes for a birthday party and also to take to Sebastian's family. I set these aside for you."

Of course she did.

That's why it smells like sugar in here.

Huck's face lights up like a Christmas tree. He drawls, "Well, aren't you a sweetheart. Thank you."

She hands him the box and adds, "There's a variety in there. Hope you love them."

"I'm sure I will. The grandkids are coming over today, so it'll be a nice treat for them," he declares.

I wouldn't have thought her expression could get any happier, but it does. Something stirs in me, but it's not the normal annoyance I feel. I try to place what it is, but I can't. All I know is it makes me feel good.

I shake off whatever it is, then watch Huck kiss her on the cheek and thank her again. "Sebastian," he states, then leaves.

Huck kissed her before I did.

That's just wrong.

"Okay, soon-to-be Mrs. Sebastian Cartwright. Let's get moving," I order.

Georgia freezes. A scared look fills her expression. Or maybe it's disgust?

Does she despise marrying me that much?

She opens her mouth, shuts it, then paces her small apartment. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."

"You're not."

"But I feel like I am."

I assure her, "If you forget anything, I'll buy it for you when we get to town."

"I don't know what it is," she frets. Her breath shortens, and I wonder if she's a few steps away from an anxiety attack.

Time to show her the perks of having my last name.

I close the distance between us, and she retreats until she's up against the wall. I slide my hands on her cheeks, tilt her head up, and lower my mouth an inch from hers. I murmur, "I know what you forgot."

"What?" she breathes.

I press my lips against hers, parting them with my tongue. She gasps, then pushes her palms on my chest.

I slide my tongue deeper into her mouth, moving closer until my heart is pounding against her frame. She whimpers, begins flicking her tongue against mine, and her hands relax.

Jesus Christ. Ms. Georgia Peach is the best kisser I've ever had the pleasure of putting my mouth on.

It's not what I expected.

I thought she'd be decent but that I'd have to train her on everything.