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“Who in the hell would I hear it from? I don’t keep in touch with your friends or family.”

“Since when did you start swearing? Oh, I know. When you started sleeping with that cowboy.”

“Though it’s none of your business, I always swore. You just never paid attention, and as far as sleeping with that cowboy, not much sleeping goes on.” She tilted her head. “Does your fiancée even know you’re here?”

“No. I told her it was a business trip.”

“Lying to her already. Good Lord, Kirk.”

“I knew she wouldn’t be happy, but to be honest, I wanted to see you one more time.”

“If you had just called, I would have told you the same thing I’m telling you now. You did not need to come here. It’s been three years, and you destroyed any love I had for you when you put all the blame on me. I had to go to therapy because of you, Kirk, and our baby. It took me a long time to accept that itwasn’tmy fault. There was nothing I could have done differently, yet you made me feel worthless. Good luck with your marriage. Please leave.”

“How about we go to dinner and discuss—”

“No! There is nothing to discuss. I don’t want anything to do with you andthatis your fault.” The words were sharp and laced with bitterness, a reflection of the pain in Savanna’s heart.

“Vanna—”

“Get the fuck out of my house,” she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion.

“You can stand there and tell me you don’t care that I’m getting married again?”

“Listen. I do not care that you are getting married again. Now, leave.”

“Alright. I’ll go… for now. But I’ll be sticking around for a while.” He opened the door and after looking at her one last time, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

Savannah leaned against the door, her tears flowing down her cheeks. Her heart felt heavy with the weight of their broken relationship and what had caused it. She jumped when her phone buzzed from her pocket, breaking into her thoughts. Wiping away her tears, she looked at it to see Grady’s number and blew out her breath before answering.

“Hi,” she said, trying to sound composed.

“Hey. Are you alright?” His concern was evident in his tone.

“I’m not sure yet. Kirk was just here—”

“You didn’t talk to him, did you?”

“Yes. I was afraid he’d make a scene, so I let him inside. I hadno desire to listen to him, but after I did, I made him leave.”

“Savannah, I cannot believe you let him into your home. What did he want?”

“He told me he was getting married—”

“So?”

“I told him I didn’t care—”

“He couldn’t have called?”

“Grady, one man has already pissed me off today, don’t make it two,” she snapped.

His sigh came across the line. “I’m sorry. So, he just wanted to tell you he was getting married?”

“Yes, and apologize for blaming me for our son’s death. He suggested we go to dinner.” When he didn’t say anything, she thought he’d hung up. “Grady?”

“Yeah, I’m here. What did you tell him?”

“What did I tell him? Seriously? You shouldn’t have to ask.”

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