George turned her head to look over her shoulder at Carlos, at a loss for words again. (What do I say to that?) "Me too?" However much she might have wished for his presence, that wouldn't do. It might sound like she blamed him, or felt let down--which couldn't be further from the truth.

"I'm not" because she knew she'd survive and he might have been hurt too? He could easily take that wrong. "You can't be there all the time?" Hah. George knew that whatever else happened, Carlos wasn't going to let her out of his sight for quite a long while...and she didn't find that an unpleasant prospect at all.

"It's over," George said at last. She splashed a bit turning around to face him, then took his hands between hers. "I'm not saying it wasn't awful--it was--but it's over. And it wasn't your fault. Don't torture yourself with would've and could've and should've."

She felt a humorless smile play across her lips. "It's not like I would've let you babysit me even if you'd tried, you know. I'm a big girl...even if I'm not a big girl. I've been visiting the bathroom by myself for years now."

George stood up, pulled Carlos up to his feet in front of her. "It's over," she repeated, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him. He clearly wasn't in a sexy mood, but that was okay. It was still fun to slip and slide against him, and they both needed some fun right now. "Forget the past. Think about now. Think about tonight and tomorrow and the day after. I'm not going anywhere"

"That murderous bitch took her best shot and she lost. I'm not about to let her get between us now."