Wendy's POV

"I'll handle Brittany," George said, his jaw clenched. "You go home, Wendy. Get some rest."

I nodded, giving a small smile. "Okay, be careful."

He gave me that look, the one that made my stomach drop - a strong mix of worry and something else I couldn't describe. I turned and walked away, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through my chest.

The ride home was a haze. I kept thinking about all the time I spent with George since I got back. How he looked at me, how he listened to me, how he stood up for me... It was all so different from the guy I...