Page 57 of Broken Rules
“Savannah,” Edward said, coming forward. He looked at her pointedly. “You don’t want any part of what’s going on here.” He gently put his arm around her shoulder and led her toward the parking lot separating Joe’s restaurant from his house. “A good girl like you doesn’t want to get mixed up in nasty business like this. Trust me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Savannah stumbled backto the restaurant, the pathway blurred through her tears. Her heart sat heavy in her chest, weighting her down.
“Savvy,” she heard Brandi call. She looked up and spotted her friend up on the balcony with what appeared to be most of The Cove’s staff packed like sardines into the small space.
Savannah pushed forward despite how her heart screamed that it was all too much for her to bear. She wanted to collapse.
“Savannah!”
She looked now at Heather who stood in the doorway waving her over. “I need you to void something off someone’s check.”
“Ask Brandi,” she muttered as she passed through the door.
Heather shook her head. “Joe took away her access code tonight when he caught her deleting a round of drinks for her friends.”
Numb, Savannah followed Heather to one of the computers. She reached out her hand. In that moment, it felt as if someone else was moving her fingers. She tapped the screen, imputing her code. Her finger highlighted the drinks, then touched the void button. A comment box appeared. “Why am I deleting these?” she asked, her voice robotic to her own ears.
“Their meal came out way late because everyone but William left to go watch the action up at Joe’s. What’s going on anyway?”
Heather’s question sent her spiraling. “I don’t know,” she cried and fell to her knees.
“Holy shit,” she heard Heather exclaim before her footfalls receded away.
Savannah felt paralyzed, bent over on her knees. And then a few moments later, she was flying. She looked up and met Roger’s warm, chocolate-brown eyes.
“Girl, you need a vacation,” he said before pressing a kiss to her forehead and cradling her tighter in his arms.
“Savvy,” Brandi said breathlessly, arriving at Roger’s side a moment later. “What’s going on. Heather said that you just flipped out!”
“Tact, Brandi,” Roger snapped. “You don’t tell someone in the midst of a mental crisis that they’re crazy. It’s simply bad form.”
“Right,” Brandi said. “Let’s get her up to the office.”
To Savannah’s hazy senses, everyone’s words and movements seemed to drag in slow motion. She vaguely registered what was happening, but she felt as though she was somehow removed from it all, hovering above like a spectator of her own life.
