A Place in the Sun

by R.S. Grey

“Georgie, have you gone insane?” I smiled. “No, brother. All is well.” “Then why on Earth are you in Italy?” “To find love, of course.”

“You know how to mend cancer?” “Yes,” I lied.

“You’re doing it again,” I said. “What?” she asked. “Singing.”

When she smiled, the world smiled with her, and more than once, I found myself wishing I was the man she deserved to be with, the one she had come to Italy to find.

Georgie wasn’t my second love. She was my only love.

Something had brought Georgie to me, and whether it was fate, or God, or Allie working the cosmic magic she’d promised, I knew I’d spend the rest of my life loving Georgie Archibald here, in our place in the sun.