GEORGIE LOOKED AROUND the bedroom from the doorway, while Nathan moved quickly to the middle of the room. She did her best to suppress the feeling, but still found herself struck by jealousy. The room was no larger than the one she had had when she was a teenager, but it was much nicer, thanks to custom-fitted wardrobes, plush carpeting, a bed that looked incredibly comfortable, and a few other things that the average teen - the average person - would be willing to beg for without ever expecting to get.
“What are we looking for, sir?” Georgie asked as she moved from the doorway to enter the room. She hated the necessity of asking the question, but thought it better to do so and be certain of what was expected of her, than to search blindly, and possibly miss a vital clue through ignorance
