Page 47 of Imperfectly Perfect

Fallon shrugged and snagged her small bag from the floor. “She wants to know who I am and why Forrest doesn’t like me.”

“Oh crap.”

“Oh crap indeed. See you around, Savannah.”

sixteen

Savannah showed up at Athena’s office, her stomach in knots because she didn’t know what to expect. Athena had asked her for very specific information, and she hadn’t managed to get it. She imagined the meeting was going to be short, and Athena was going to be annoyed with her. And from some comments that Fallon had made, that was the last thing that Savannah wanted.

“You’re early,” Fallon commented as soon as the door opened.

“Yeah.” Savannah swallowed the lump in her throat. “I don’t think today is going to go that well.”

“Why would you say that?” Fallon shifted some papers on her desk, closing them into folders so that Savannah couldn’t see what she was working on.

It wasn’t that Savannah minded. She understood the point of confidentiality, but it still had a slight sting to it. Like Fallon didn’t trust her. “It’s just a feeling.”

Fallon stood up and started toward the conference room where Savannah always met Athena. She tossed a look over her shoulder. “Is it safe to assume you considered bringing me something with eggs on it?”

Savannah grinned broadly, skipping a step to catch up with Fallon. “I didn’t.”

“You didn’t bring me anything or you didn’t think about it?”

Fallon knew her too well already. Savannah had put far more thought into a random gift idea like that than she should have, and all the ideas she’d come up with were too cheesy and hokey even for her.

“You did!” Fallon pointed at her as she stepped into the room. She pulled out a couple of waters from the small fridge and set them on the table while also setting out cookies.

“I did, but nothing was good enough.” Savannah ran her fingers along the edge of the table, wondering where she could help or if she should help. Fallon would probably tell her to stop. “Can we get together this week?”

Fallon paused as she glanced toward the door. She walked swiftly to it and closed it. Shaking her head, she stalked Savannah like she was a cat hunting for prey. Savannah was rooted to her spot on the floor, unable to move or shift or do anything, even though she desperately wanted to walk forward and wrap around Fallon.

“We should try,” Fallon answered before their mouths touched in a light kiss. “Because I really want to explore more with you.”

Did she mean physically or more than that? Because Fallon had mentioned several other sexual things she wanted to do with Savannah, but anything emotional was always off the table. Still, it was nice to only have one side of their relationship to worry about.

Savannah tilted her head up, looking deep into Fallon’s eyes. She was talking sexually. There was nothing to mistake that look of pure arousal in Fallon’s gaze. Nodding, Savannah moved in and took Fallon’s lips swiftly, unsure just how much Fallon was willing to push the boundaries while they were in the office. Thelast time she’d been there hadn’t suggested that Fallon would be willing to be open about their relationship on any level.

Moaning and nipping Savannah’s lower lip, Fallon pulled back. “I have work to do while you’re in here entertaining my boss.”

“All right. Will you text me later?”

“Absolutely.” Fallon walked out of the small room, closing the door behind her and leaving Savannah inside. She could hear Fallon’s voice through the door, talking to Athena, and then another three minutes of quiet before Athena came in with a stack of papers and notepad in her hand.

“Afternoon,” Athena said.

“Afternoon.” That pit in Savannah’s stomach was back, and she really just wanted it to be gone already.

Athena slid into the seat, every bit the perfect professional. She was stunning, even more than Fallon, although it was a different kind of beauty. Athena exuded confidence like Fallon did, but she had an air of class about her that Fallon didn’t. It must have been the way she held herself, the angle of her shoulders, the lines of her face and chin.

“I’ve been researching similar cases,” Athena started, already digging into work without a greeting. The first two times that had set Savannah off. She was so used to needing to schmooze everyone in her vicinity, but Athena wasn’t there for that. She was there to work and do nothing else. “I’ve found a few promising ones.”

Savannah pressed her lips together, not sure what to say. She was so out of her element here that she had no idea what to expect. The only other time she’d contacted a lawyer had been in her divorce and subsequent custody hearing. And she wasn’t sure she’d chosen wisely in that case. Athena was far more thorough, and she explained things very well, to the point thatSavannah guessed she could actually understand half of what was being said and the direction they were going.

The divorce attorney had primarily just told her what was going to happen, and he wasn’t wrong. She’d thought about suing for custody again, to change the terms of the agreement, especially with some of the crap Forrest had been pulling lately, but she wasn’t sure that she could find a better solution, or perhaps Athena would know someone.

“Were you able to find any more documentation?” Athena asked.

Savannah jerked with a start, realizing far too late that she was supposed to be responding now, that she was the one who was supposed to be doling out information. “Uh… yeah, some.”

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