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That no one had complained...
Oh yeah.
The contracts we signed.
NDAs—non-disclosure agreements—that lasted twenty years, the proposed life of the show. No one had been able to talk negatively about the show yet.
“What you have is footage of a closed door and a heavy conversation. But ask Bella. Nothing happened.”
“How would your girl feel if we did ask Bella, but she told the world differently?”
If it had been three days ago, I’d be fucking screwed.
Instead, I looked across the table at Savannah. When she didn’t look up from the phone in front of her, I gently tapped her with my toe. Startled, she brought her head up and stared at me with wide eyes.
“She trusts me,” I finally answered Tony, watching Savannah.
Who, thank God, smiled lightly and nodded. “I do,” she mouthed.
“We’ll see,” Tony chuckled, but then the signal for going live again sounded and once again, the finale was rolling.
This time, my camera was off, as Tony began to talk with Bella. After hitting the microphone symbol to mute my phone, I moved from my chair to stand behind Savannah’s. “What did you find?”
“There are some favorable comments.” Savannah scrolled to one. “’Aw, y’all are cute! I hope she’s your #MysteryGirl!’ Or this one, ‘You two look like more than best friends... Love you!’”
“Where did she get the best friends from?”
“The caption.” Savannah scrolled up in one quick swipe to show me.
Ten years down. Times ten to go. Best friend.
“Did I write that?” I frowned, leaning closer.
Savannah laughed lightly, shaking her head. “No. Well, you put it in. But I told you what to write.”
“Sounds about right.”
I pulled her chair out and easily lifted her—startled shriek and flailing arms and all—and sat down in her chair with her in my lap.
“Ryan!” She tried to scold me but when I kissed the back of her neck, she sighed happily.
“Hmm... You like that spot too?” I whispered against her skin.
“Little bit,” she answered softly, tipping her head to the side. “Don’t start something you won’t finish. Or, rather...can’t finish. Shoot. I said that out loud.”
“I muted my mic.”
“Oh. Ok. Then...go on.”
Laughing against her neck, I couldn’t believe that we were here.
In this moment.
In this position.
With these words...
“I love you,” I said for what had to be the twentieth time today, but the sentiment wouldn’t get old.
