Mitchell glanced from one person to the other. Annie and Nina seemed confused, George was being George and Mitchell felt just as confused as Annie and Nina looked. The feelings he felt were real. There was no doubt. There was no way he could deny them. Jesus, he could barely look away from Nina. Still, they were confusing and complicated. Fuck!
"Yeah, I think if George planned something, we should go with George's plan," he commented, ignoring Nina's remark altogether. Mitchell had no idea where it came from but every possible comment on his wouldn't let him rise any higher in Nina's opinion. And George's plan, it offered an opportunity to spend some time with Nina without looking too suspicious and hurting Annie too much. Shit, what should he do about Annie? He had no fucking clue.