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“Josh loves you, Savannah. Anyone can see that—”
“And I love him. God, I love him so much,” she cries, interrupting me.
“I know you do, and that’s why you have to talk to him. He would hate to know you’re feeling like this.”
“He’ll think—”
“You don’t know what he’ll think until you speak to him,” I tell her gently, cutting her off. “There are options, Sav. Adoption, sperm donation, maybe even IVF. Has he ever seen a fertility doctor?” She shakes her head. “Promise me you’ll speak to him?”
“Okay. I promise.” She steps out of our embrace and wipes her eyes. “Thank you, Aria,” she says quietly.
“There’s no need to thank me. That’s what friends are for.”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you changed the subject.” Her hands are back on her hips and she raises her eyebrows in question. “Come on, tell me.”
I roll my eyes and groan inwardly. “Fine! But you can’t say a word, Savannah. Not one word to anyone. Do you promise?”
She bounces on the spot. “I promise, just tell me already!”
“Okay. Jack asked me—”
“Oh, good. You’re still here,” a voice shouts from the other end of the stables. “I thought you might have gone without me.”
“Urgh, Zara!” Savannah mumbles. “Impeccable timing as ever! Did I say I hated her?”
“You might have mentioned it once or twice.” I chuckle. “Now shhh, she’ll hear you!”
“I hope she does! And where’s the apology for being half an hour late?”
“I’m not sure we’re getting one,” I mouth at Savannah, before turning and flashing Zara my fakest smile.
“Zara, hi. We’re almost ready to go.” I turn away from her and finish off saddling up Marble.
“I had a great time yesterday, Savannah. Looking forward to the next party.”
“I’m glad you had fun.” Savannah’s voice is dripping with sarcasm, and I sneak a glance at Zara, seeing Sav’s sarcasm is lost on her.
“So, which one is mine?” Zara asks, looking between Marley and Marble. “Don’t we need three horses?”
“Savannah’s lending you Marley. He’s better with beginners.” I gesture with my head to the horse by Savannah. “I’m riding Titan. He’s already outside.”
“I’ll grab you a helmet,” Savannah says as she heads for the tack room.
“I’m not wearing a helmet,” Zara exclaims, flicking her blonde curls over her shoulder. “I don’t want hat hair.”
Savannah stops in her tracks and flashes me a “what the fuck” look.
“You really should, Zara. You’ve never ridden a horse before. What if—” Savannah starts.
“Are you wearing one?” Zara asks, cutting her off.
“Well, no, but—”
“Then I’m not wearing one either.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.” Savannah shrugs. “I can’t be bothered to argue,” she mutters under her breath as she walks past me.
“Mind if I join you?” a voice calls from the stable door, and I smile as I recognize the voice as Jack’s.
