Georgia's POV:

When Trent picks me up, he doesn't greet me with his usual smile. He seems rushed, less controlled than normal.

"You need to eat before we go," I tell him.

He shakes his head.

"There's no time."

"At least, let me put it in a box for you to eat at the Yard."

He nods his head but doesn't speak. I put a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Drink."

It always surprises me when he lets me boss him around. He's so bossy himself, it's ...