Georgia was sitting at a table in the sun room at the back of the house going over her lists before she started her day.  She had done her best to not think about the previous evening because when she did tears threatened and she didn't have time for tears.

For the umpteenth time she reminded herself that she was there to do a job.  She was surprised she still had one after last night, but no one had told her to pack her bags so she would do her job, finish planning the party, and get the hell out of dodge. If one thing had been proven last night it was that she didn't belong in Ewan's world, and there was no way that Ewan would be able to ever convince her otherwise.

She had moved her attention away from the papers in front of her and had focused on the world outside the window. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining through the leaves of the trees and she watched the shadows as they played on the fabric of the window seat, wishing that she could spend the day with Ewan. Georgia was so lost in the memories of the past that she didn't hear the door behind her open but she did feel the atmosphere in the room change and she knew it was Ewan.

She didn't bother to turn her head as he approached and she closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her shoulders and a kiss on her neck. How could such a simple touch affect her so much? She was putty in his hands.

"I do like this blouse," he said as he rubbed his warm hands over the soft fabric on her arms.

"So you've said." She cleared her throat but didn't move as he sat at the table next to her. Ewan was silent as he waited for her to turn and look at him and she had to steel herself to do so, but as soon as she saw him she had to look away. He was her Ewan today, looking relaxed in a pair of cargo shorts, a t-shirt, which was a little too tight and showed off his tattoo, and flip-flops. It made it even harder to fight against him.

"I thought you might be hiding in here," he said, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to look at him. "You look pale." He took her face in his hands rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs. Georgia couldn't help the tear that snuck out an he leaned down and kissed it away.

"Only a few more days my love."

A comment which made absolutely no sense but which she promptly forgot about as he placed his lips on hers for a more than satisfactory kiss. After a few moments he pulled away. "What is this I hear about you staying in one of the maid's rooms?"

Georgia tensed waiting for a lecture, when it didn't come she dared to look up at him.

"Thank you, that's one of the reasons why I love you so much. You always put others first.  No one has a bigger heart than you do Georgia. If I asked Mrs. Charles to move your things into my room would you let her?"

"No," Georgia said in barely a whisper as she fought back the tears at his easy words of love.

He gave a patient smile. "I didn't think so."

At that moment Mrs. Charles entered the room with a tray of coffee and two cups and it was a credit to her that she didn't bat an eye at the change in Ewan's attire.  Georgia doubted that she had ever seen him dressed so casually but she seemed not to notice.

"We're serving breakfast on the terrace this morning.  It seemed to go so well last night that we thought we would repeat it today," Mrs. Charles said before pouring them out two cups of coffee.

"Your numbers will be fewer this afternoon and evening, Mrs. Charles.  We'll most likely have lunch out, and I plan to take Georgia and the Shealys out to dinner this evening." He was watching Georgia closely. "You will be able to have dinner with us, won't you?"

Georgia nodded silently, taking a sip of her warm coffee, glad of the familiarity of the beverage at that moment. At least somethings remained the same. She would think about what dinner with Ewan meant later. Mrs. Charles nodded and didn't linger as she turned and left them alone, silently closing the door behind her.

"The staff seem to be taking the changes in...the house well," she said for something to say, she didn't know why she felt suddenly awkward with the man. They had shared everything a man and a woman could, but now it wasn't between just them, it was out there in the real world. Others knew and were judging the situation and that changed things. It changed how they would be, how they could be, and all Georgia could sense was other's disapproval.

But what she didn't realize was that it was all in her head. Other than Diana no one really objected to them, especially not the staff. As the only four that lived in Ms. Levitt, Ruth, and Mrs. and Mr. Charles had been tasked with cleaning the remnants of the dinner from the night before and were in the process of doing that very thing when Diana had made her scene. After overhearing the conversation due to their inability to avoid hearing the raised voices, they had all come the consensus that, despite the differences in their backgrounds, there was no one better for Mr. Mailler. Especially if the changes in him the past few weeks were anything to go by.

But Georgia was unaware of this, all she could remember was Diana's biting words from the night before; "Tell me how your relationship is appropriate.  Georgia's not one of us Ewan, what was it you said, you don't sleep with the hired help, if lie down with dogs you get up with fleas, and let's not forget the classic I sleep with them I don't marry them." It was all true, every word.

"Collin and Moria want to go somewhere nice-"

"So be sure to dress appropriately?" Georgia jumped up and moved away from the table unable to take his closeness any longer, Diana's words echoing in her head. "I'm not Isobel Rossini, Ewan and I'll never have her style or breeding. Why don't you just choose her, she would be more appropriate, she would know how to dress, you wouldn't have to tell her how and you wouldn't be embarrassed about taking out the hired help."

"I don't want Isobel, I want you. I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you. You told me what you're first thoughts of me were, now let me share mine with you." He stood up and walked over to her backing her into a side table so she had nowhere to run.

"I was coming down the stairs and my first thought was your eyes." He reached up and removed her glasses. "I had an instant vision of myself removing your glasses and letting down your hair, then I got close enough to smell you, my God woman you have no idea how wonderful you smell." He buried his face in her neck reaching up to let her hair down as he trailed his fingers through it. "I had to get closer to make sure you were real so I leaned in to pick up my briefcase and it was all I could do to keep from touching you.

"I didn't dare reach out my hand to shake yours I thought you would ignore it," she whispered the thought aloud.

"I would have, I was already drawn to you in a way that I had never felt before. I would have been afraid to touch you. Afraid that I wouldn't have been able to stop." He ran his finger down her silk clad back and she couldn't help the shivers that chased up her spine. "Just as you were focused on my fingers buttoning my coat so was I, I focused on keeping them to myself."

"The next morning in my office before we met again I was sure that I had imagined it all."

"So was I." She nodded

"But no, you where there, just as I remembered, but this time you were amused and I wanted to keep myself from staring at you but I couldn't. Then you smiled and I had to look away for fear that I would return that smile."

"I was amused that you at least said please."

"Your sense of humor has always amused me." He traced her lips which had turned up in a smile at the memory.

"I realized that I needed to see you again and make sure that what I felt was real so I asked you to return the next day. I have never had daily meetings with my sister's assistants until you, but I needed my daily fix."

"I wondered how I was going to be able to keep my dreams of you a secret." She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest.

"You don't have to anymore, why don't you share them?"

"Maybe one day."

"And maybe I'll share mine one day because trust me, there were many." She heard his voice rumbling in his chest as he held her close. They stayed holding each other for a few minutes both of them wishing the moment could last forever.

"I need to tell you about Gwen," he said so softly she barely heard him.

"No, you don't." She shook her head.

"Craig was ill and she took his place on a trip to Paris.  I had a meeting that she wasn't needed at and when I returned to my hotel room she had a seduction scene setup." He shuddered at the memory. "She was wearing ...very little and I didn't handle the situation as tactfully as I should have.  I said some things and there was a lawsuit filed."

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does because I'm trying to make a point.  I never had a moment of interest in Gwen, she was just an employee. She was excellent at her job but she was not someone whom I regarded very highly. From the moment I met you I saw you as a woman not an employee, and I have always had a very high regard for you. I will also say that you are so much sexier, even in your glasses with your hair pulled back and wearing your starched little suits." He gave her a squeeze. "All I could think of when I walked in and saw her scantily clad figure on the sofa in my room was how many germs she was leaving behind."

Georgia stepped back and looked at him hard. "Gwen was beautiful and had a nice figure, and you're telling me that her naked body lying in wait for you did nothing to turn you on?"

"Not a thing. All I could do was be very angry that she thought it was an appropriate way to behave, and wish to God that it had been you lying there. Now that would have had a very different outcome." He gave her a sexy smile.

"What happened with the lawsuit?" She asked, doing her best to ignore his smile

"It was dropped." Ewan smile faded and his hard face appeared, the one that meant not to mess with him and that he had said all he was going to say.

"I'm not going to ask why?" Georgia rested her head against his chest thinking about poor Gwen, hoping that she was alright while contemplating just how hard Ewan had made it on her.

"You're worrying about her right now, aren't you?" He looked down at her lifting up her chin and looking in her eyes. His warm brown ones were laughing at her.

"Well, it couldn't have been all her fault you let her touch you and call you Ewan.  That would give any girl ideas," Georgia said defensively.

He started to shake with laughter. "Were you jealous my love?"

"Soooo jealous." She squeezed him.

He looked down at her, pushing her hair off her shoulders. "I love you Georgia."

"I know." she choked out as the tears started to fall. She couldn't help it.  This amazing man loved her and was telling her that he loved her. She should be shouting for joy and yelling it from the roof tops that she loved him too, but she couldn't let him make a mistake by choosing her.

He started to wipe her tears and then pulled her close as sobs racked her body. "Please Georgia, don't." He held her tight and neither one of them heard the door open. They didn't see Diana and Carrie standing there watching them as Ewan held her close.

They didn't see the tears in Diana's eyes as she watched them for a moment before she cleared her throat to get their attention.

Georgia jumped and tried to pull away but Ewan wouldn't let her. "What do you want Diana?" Ewan said, his voice sounding like steel as he continued to hold Georgia, shielding her from prying eyes as she tried to gain control of herself.

"The Shealys are looking for you." They could hear the confusion in her voice.

Georgia felt him sigh as he gave her squeeze and the let her pull away. She turned towards the window and tried to dry her tears with the back of her hands as Ewan turned to look at his sister who in turn eyed his unusual attire with curiosity.

"You have a tattoo." she said, her voice sounding a little awed.

"Is that what that is?" Ewan said deadpan and Georgia couldn't help the snort that escaped as she tried to contain her laugh. Ewan managed to keep a straight face but he knew she would be O.K. as he turned towards her and handed her back her glasses.

"Be ready at 8pm Ms. Dawson, please." he said his hand gripping hers as she took the glasses.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, hers with a spark of humor in them. "Yes, Mr. Mailler."

He looked at her one last time, nodded, and then went to meet his friends, leaving Georgia with a very quiet Diana and a twitchy Carrie.