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“Stay fucking still, Van. I can’t work on controlling you both.”
Only my friends call me Van. I guess that’s what he is now.It’s all he’s ever tried to be. I’m the only one that's ever wanted more, and I need to let that go and take what he’s willing to give me.
Even if, once upon a time, I thought he would be so much more.
TWENTY-FIVE
Noah
Don’t be stupid.
The mantra has repeated in my mind all morning. That moment with Savannah on the kitchen floor with the dog between us was nearly my undoing. I heard the way her breath hitched and I saw the way her eyes widened ever so slightly.
If it wasn’t for the almost pleading look in her eyes, I might have acted on the arousal coursing through my body. She was practically begging me to be the one to break the spell.
After helping Savannah walk the beast of a dog that is Miss. Dixie—what a name—we parted ways, her to go to another job, and I came home to get some work done. My mind has been too distracted though.
I’ve gone over every possible outcome for if I was to act on whatever it is that is happening between us. There would be no happy ever after, because either way I would lose.
With Savannah, it could only be about sex. But just sex isn’t fair to her and Jack would hate me for breaking my promise to him. I wouldn’t be able to give her my time and attention. Damn, look what happened with Sutton. I was never there, and it resulted in the breakdown of our relationship.
The dull throb of a headache behind my eyes has me resting my head on the back of the couch. Even justthinkingabout doing anything with Savannah has me stressed out more than any takeover ever has.
My eyes go to the clock hanging on the wall at the other end of the room. It’s past midnight, and she’s still not home. Worry gnaws at the pit of my stomach before I dismiss it. Savannah’s an adult. She doesn’t need me to baby her.
I’m sure she’s just over at Alex’s or something. Standing, I pace up and down the length of the living room. I stop in my tracks and turn toward the front door, my mind made up.
As I’m walking through the open space, the front door opens and Savannah steps in. She hasn’t seen me yet, if the way she’s creeping in is anything to go by. She drops her bag by the front door, kicking off her shoes and then shrugging out of her jacket. There’s a cloud hanging over her, the exhaustion rolling off her in waves.
“Where have you been?”
A yelp of surprise leaves her lips, and she places a hand over her heart as her gaze seeks me out. “You know what? I’m gonna get you a bell. Why on God’s green earth are you standin’ in the dark?”
“I’d hardly call a room with two lamps on the dark. Where were you?” I demand.
“Whatever. I was workin’. You know this.”
My brow tugs together. She left the apartment at four this morning and it’s nearly one a.m. “The whole time?”
Fuck. I’m starting to sound like a jealous boyfriend.
Exasperated, Savannah replies, “Yes, the whole time. Believe it or not, not everybody is a gajillionaire.”
Distractedly, with my mind calculating exactly how many hours she’s been on the go, I reply, “Billionaire.”
Confused, she asks, “What?”
Shoving my hands into the pockets of my gray sweats, I reply, “I’m a billionaire.”
Her eyes flare in surprise before she clears her throat and turns away from me. Picking up her bag, she walks to the kitchen, huffing something under her breath.
Like a puppy whose owner has finally returned home, I follow behind her. I need to know why she’s intent on burning herself out. “How many jobs do you have?”
Savannah opens the refrigerator, staring at the contents, ignoring me. She pulls out some leftovers from the other night, placing them on the counter. Finally, she looks at me and says, “Not that it’s any of your business, but at the moment I have three, although one is a task app thing, so I can have at least two jobs from that a day. Then on top of that, I have voice lessons, dance lessons and auditions.”
Pulling a glass from the cabinet she walks back to the refrigerator, filling it up from the dispenser. When she turns to find me, we stare at each other.
“What are your jobs?”
