Page 100 of Imperfectly Perfect

Fallon had been anticipating this all day, wanting to spend some one-on-one time with Savannah when they’d barely been in each other’s presence in the last week. But Brinley was back with her father, and Savannah had come in for an appointment with Athena, so Fallon thought this was as good a time as any.

As they sat down, Fallon crossed her legs and couldn’t tear her gaze from Savannah. She really was one of the most stunning people that she’d ever met, not just in her looks, though she definitely had those, but in the underlying joy that she always seemed to have.

“I’m willing to try wine again.” Savannah’s face lit up. “Especially if it comes with an evening with you.”

Fallon couldn’t stop grinning. She ordered each of them a glass of wine and a cheese tray. But she had something very important to discuss with Savannah. Her week was up, and while she knew Savannah wasn’t going to push for an answer, Fallon was determined to give her one.

“With me?” Fallon asked, teasing.

“Of course.” Savannah winked. “It’s the first date I think we can say we’ve been on.”

Fallon paused at that, considering it. “I think you’re right. And it’s fitting that we should come back to MILF Wine.”

“Why’s that? Because it was our first time actually sitting down together?” Savannah thanked the waiter when her glass of wine was put in front of her.

Fallon snagged hers up as the waiter left and sipped the new flavor she’d wanted to try. Unlike the last time they were here, she couldn’t tear her gaze from Savannah, curious about every interaction and flirtation that she sent Savannah’s way. She was ready to build up for a wonderful night, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Because I think I’m the one who found the real MILF.” Fallon’s eyes glittered with excitement.

Savannah’s cheeks turned bright red. “Fallon!”

Canting her head to the side, Fallon enjoyed Savannah’s reaction. “It’s true. I think I’m the one who won out in this deal.”

Savannah’s lips parted, her mouth opening and closing twice before she finally blew out a breath with a smile. “What deal?”

“The deal of us,” Fallon pushed. She was easing into this conversation in the exact way that she wanted to. She needed to explain her last few hesitations, her last few moments of fear and restraint. “Don’t you think?”

“I think we may have both won that one.”

“Perhaps.” Fallon set her glass down and plucked a piece of cheese from the tray, popping it between her lips. “But I have no doubt that you might have gone on to find happiness without me. I’m not entirely sure the same is true for me.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself.”

“I’m not,” Fallon replied. She squared her shoulders, dropping her gaze to Savannah’s lips. If they were in bed havingthis conversation, she wasn’t sure they’d ever make it to this point. Fallon would be far too distracted by soft touches and kisses to force her way into the uncomfortable space that this conversation had to occupy.

“Then you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“I really do,” Fallon countered. She spun her wine glass in a circle. “Something about you forced me to reevaluate my life and my previous decisions.”

“Previous decisions?”

Fallon nodded slowly. “To never fall in love.”

Savannah paused, the smile faltering for only a second before it was back again. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

“I spoke with Athena this afternoon, before you came in, once I finally got up the courage.” Fallon flat-out ignored Savannah’s question. She leaned back in her chair, stretching out her muscles. Finally getting the courage to talk to Athena had been one of the scariest things she had ever done in her life.

But Athena had been expecting it.

Which had been a blessing and a curse all at once. It had made the decisions Athena had to make easy, but it had meant that Fallon couldn’t explain as fully as she’d prepared to do. And the conversation hadn’t gone the way she’d repeatedly rehearsed it.

“What did she say?”

“That she wasn’t surprised.” Fallon finished her glass of wine and snagged another piece of cheese.

“That’s it?” Savannah’s eyes widened.

“No. Athena’s not a woman of many words, but trust me, that’s not all she had to say. She’ll hire a secondary person to take notes on your case for her. It’s why she’s kept me from doing it before now—because she suspected.” Fallon pressed her lips together hard. “And I’m pretty sure that Monti said something about it, which confirmed those suspicions.”

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