Page 30 of Imperfectly Perfect

“You don’t want to know,” Savannah begged her not to ask.

“No, I kind of do now. I’m a prying sister, remember?”

Savannah wrinkled her nose and settled into the chair. “It’s been years.”

“Years?”

“Years,” Savannah confirmed with wide eyes.

“I feel like that old lady from the Titanic right now.” Kyla giggled. “Rose.It’s been eighty-four years.”

“Shut up!” If Savannah had something to throw at her, she would have. Instead, she slapped her hands over her face and shook her head as she hid.

“Get out of here!” Kyla pointed to the door. “Seriously. Go bury your legs in some stranger's face.”

“What?” Savannah snorted. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I know, but you know what I meant.” Kyla snagged Savannah’s phone and waved it around. “Do I need to text her for you?”

“No!” Savannah lunged, but Kyla already had the phone unlocked and was texting furiously on it. She handed the phone over with a satisfied smirk on her lips. “There. It’s done.”

Savannah:What’s your address? I’m leaving now.

“Holy fuck!” Savannah couldn’t make her gaze move from the screen.

“Did she respond yet?”

“She’s typing.” Savannah bit her lip. That had been way too forward. Fallon would know it wasn’t her texting. The question would be if she would care or if she’d use it to her advantage. Savannah gulped.

“Well?”

Savannah trembled as she turned the phone around. “She sent me her address.”

“Then I guess Auntie K is here to the rescue. Brinley!” Kyla shouted through the living room.

Brinley ran inside immediately, something she probably wouldn’t have done if Savannah had tried calling her.

“Hey, baby, wanna spend the night? You can sleep in the room with Evie and Justice.”

“Yes!” Brinley’s face lit up, stars in her eyes.

Savannah ultimately knew that this was the right thing to do. That Brinley would be safe here, that she’d have fun, and that she’d get to spend even more time with her cousins. But it still felt odd to ditch her only daughter off on family so she could go get laid.

“Give your mom a hug. We’ve got some jammies you can borrow and your mom can bring some clothes when she picks you up.”

Why was it that Kyla was leading Savannah through this like a dog on a leash? It was as if she’d never done something like this before. Well, she hadn’t, to be fair. Hugging Brinley and giving her kisses and words of love, Savannah tried to forget why she was doing this.

She was half in a daze throughout the entire drive to Fallon’s apartment, which was in a much nicer building than Savannah’s. At one point, Savannah had been fine financially. Then again, she’d been married with two incomes for the household.

Knocking on the door, Savannah panicked. She shouldn’t have just assumed. She should have probably brought her own change of clothes. Hell, she probably should have gone home and showered and cleaned herself up first. At least shaved, right? What was it that women even liked these days?

The door snicked open. Fallon stood on the other side, her dark hair around her shoulders, her eyes locked on Savannah’s,and everything about her soft, warm, and inviting. It was the exact opposite of the woman that Savannah had met in the cemetery that day months ago. That woman had been cold and shut off from everything.

“Hey,” Savannah said.

“Hey back,” Fallon responded. Except neither one of them moved.

They were frozen in time. Was Savannah supposed to make the first move or was Fallon supposed to? She couldn’t even remember any more. Everything in the elevator that one day had felt so natural, but this felt planned and stagnant, as if they were there for one thing and one thing only.

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