Page 133 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
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“I’m taking Faby, and we’re getting out of here.”
“You’re leaving?” Becca cried.
Georgie nodded resolutely.
“Yes, but it’s for a good cause. It’s something I have to do.”
He cupped her face in his hand. “Is it something with the baby? Do you need the doctor?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He held her gaze. “Then what?”
She schooled her features—going full-on hardcore MBG. “I need you to be the Clyde to my Bonnie.”
That was a new request, but one he had no trouble answering.
He met her badass expression with one of his own. “Call me Clyde. What do you have up your sleeve, Bonnie?”
Her blue-green eyes flashed unwavering determination. “We’re about to go country-club-gangster and crash brunch.”
