Page 46 of Promise of a New Beginning
“So? Tell, tell.” Aida lifted her slim eyebrows in quick succession.
Savannah sat back and looked out the window, remembering the way her heart had stopped when she’d seen Jack in her doorway.
“Jack came over last night.”
Aida arched a brow. Savannah hadn’t thought twice about sharing all the dirty details of her affair with Connor.The good, the bad, and the embarrassing.But something about her relationship with Jack felt different. Private. More intimate.
“And?” Aida pushed.
“And we had a great night.” She pushed to her feet and circled the desk, then leaned over it and pretended to be looking for something.
“Yeah, that’s going to work.” Aida followed Savannah’s path, shoved her body between the desk and Savannah and crossed her arms.
“Okay, fine.” She felt her cheeks flush.
“Wait a second.” She ran her eyes up and down Savannah. “Why all the deception? You’re blushing. Give me your hand.” She held her hand out.
Savannah put her hands behind her back.
“Mm-hmm. Clammy hands at the mention of him.” She narrowed her baby blues, scrutinizing Savannah’s every move. “Deception, embarrassment, humming. You like this guy. Like, really like this guy. Counselor, how do you plead?” She hiked herself up onto the desk and crossed her long legs.
“I hate you so much.” Savannah took a step toward the door, and Aida grabbed her wrist.
“Hey, you okay?”
Savannah covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Yes, I’m fine.” She lowered her hands and leaned in close to Aida. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but…” She slammed her eyes shut and whispered, “I think I love him.”
“What?” Aida yelled.
Savannah jumped back. “I know, okay? It’s way too soon and he’s got stuff to deal with, and I’m on the rebound and a million other things that should send me running for the hills.”
“Oh no, honey, that’s what got you tangled up with him in the first place.” Aida crossed her arms and tapped her cheek with her finger. “Good in bed?”
“Very.”
“Treats you well?”
“Adoringly,” Savannah answered.
“Kind?”
“Yes, but rough edges until he feels safe.”
“Skeletons?” Aida narrowed her eyes again.
Aida’s ability to cut through bull was one of the many traits Savannah loved about her. “Wife died in a car accident. He was the one who found her. He blames himself.”
“Ouch.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Priors?”
“No relationships or women for two years. Military background. He’s also a pilot.” She knew that would strike Aida’s adoration for men in the fast lane.
“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Two years? You’re kidding, right? Either that or this man is so good in bed that he’s turned you into an idiot.”
Savannah shook her head. “No women since his wife died.”
