Page 43 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

Her eyes pop open as she turns to me.

“A hotel?”

I raise both hands. “Don’t take it the wrong way. It was the only neutral place. You wouldn’t want to go to your parents’ house or stay with Peter, would you?”

She shakes her head.

“No.”

“Alright. Hotel it is, then.”

“Thanks,” she says softly.

“You’re welcome,” I reply, although there is guilt in my heart for not being able to do more.

We get out of the car, and I tell the driver to wait.

“You’re leaving?” Savannah asks as we walk through the rotating doors.

“I didn’t—do you want me to stay?” I ask.

It takes a minute, but she nods.

“Yeah. I’d like that. I don’t think I can be alone tonight.” She says.

“Okay. I’ll get two rooms.”

“Actually…”

“Yeah?” I halt and turn when she stops talking. “What is it?”

Savannah scratches her head.

“Uhm..I know this sounds ridiculous, but do you think we could get one room? I’ll use the couch, and you can take the bed.It’s just…if you get two rooms, I’ll still be alone. Having someone around forces me to think about something else.”

I nod. “Alright. One room it is. Although I’m not sure if I’ll be good company, but I’ll try my best.” I say.

She smiles at that—a small smile—but my heart leaps at it as it sends a pleasant bolt of lightning through my body.

I shake it off, nodding before walking up to the reception. Taking the best room they have available, we head to the elevator. The elevator ride is quiet, and even though I feel the need to say something, I don’t.

“Okay,” Savannah says as we get in. “You take the bed, and I’ll take the couch.”

“No. You take the bed. You need to rest,” I insist.

She shakes her head.

“I did a lot of that in the car. Also, I dragged you into the situation. I’ll take the couch.” She tries to convince me.

“We’re not going to argue about this,” I say with a note of finality. “Take the bed or don’t. Either way,” I glance at the long couch, picturing a night without my bed, “I’m taking the couch.”

Then I stride over to it, sitting down before curling into a sleeping position.

Savannah nods, and I watch her go into the main bedroom from the corner of my eyes. When I hear the door close, I sigh softly.

In all my years of being an attorney, I have had setbacks but this trial hasn’t gotten off to the best start, and I already feel like I’ve failed her.

She trusted me. Right from that day, I took her hand, and we left the police station. Savannah trusted me to clear her name.

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