Page 94 of Heartbreaker
“For you, Savannah? Anything. I was hoping you’d come see us while you were in town.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Brooks says, taking a step closer.
“How are we feeling about next weekend?” Danny looks between the two of us. “Excited?”
“Extremely,” I say, not realizing I’d taken a small step closer to Brooks until his hand lands on my waist. It feels far too familiar for people in our situation, but I can’t bring myself to pull away.
The old man’s eyes linger on the movement briefly before a knowing smile splits his face. That smile stays in place when he asks, “Pulling out a win, right?”
I smirk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You never do, Sweetie.” He chuckles. “Hey, you know I have to ask, but are you sticking around for a while? My girls have missed seeing you.”
The grip on my side falters slightly, alongside my smile. This isn’t the first—or probably the last—time someone has asked me, and despite the time to make a decision now closer than ever, I don’t have an answer. If I’m being honest, I think I’ve been waiting for a moment like tonight before I make the decision. Maybe it will make it a little easier to see what the right choice is.
I clear my throat. “I, uh…I haven’t decided.”
“Oh, really?”
“Still have a few things to figure out.”
From the corner of my eye, I glance at the man beside me, and when I turn back to Danny, he gives me a somber smile. It’s no secret that something happened between me and Brooks, and the majority of people have often speculated what it could have been that led to my sudden departure not only from the company, but from our relationship. The rumors have run rampant—I cheated, he cheated, I was a party girl who couldn't be tamed, I wanted a family and he didn't, I was leaving for another company, and so many others I'd lost count. I can only imagine the rumors that spread around here, picking apart the overheard pieces of our final conversation, the last time we were in town, less than a month before it all went downhill.
“We’ll see what happens in a few days.”
Danny excuses himself, promising to come back later, and I know he will because he always does, and it’s been a long time since our last visit. I don’t think Brooks has returned since our last dinner here—at least that’s how Danny made it seem when I called earlier.
“What does that mean?” Brooks asks, pulling out my chair. “You haven’t decided.”
Adjusting my black dress, I sink into the chair and clasp my hands together in my lap. “Amos wanted me to sign a contract right away, but I told him I wanted to see how things go with—”
“With me.” His brow cocks as he sits across from me.
“Yes.” The word draws out, and I lift my gaze to meet him. “You were part of it, but in general, I wanted to see how things would go.”
A soft smile on his lips. “And how are things going?”
“The thought of coming back after two years was terrifying, if I’m honest.” I shake my head, scratching at an invisible speck of dirt on the white tablecloth. “But things are fine.”
“Only fine?”
“Things are good,” I say more confidently, with a smile.
“I assume you heard about Rox,” he says, settling back into this chair. Of course, I heard. I was there—he knew that. Current number one contender for the EWE Women’s Championship,Roxanne, had been injured last night in our tag team match versusHarper ValentineandElizabeth Petrova, and she was going to be out of action for the foreseeable future. The big question now remaining is who will take her place against the current champ,Calla Lily, at Wrestlefest.
“I did.”
“Have they said—”
“Are we really going to talk about work, Brooks?”
He stares at me for a long moment before his gaze falls to the table. “What else do you want to talk about, Savannah?”
“We could start with Wednesday night.”
Brooks scoffs, combing his bottom lip between his teeth. He pulls his hands back from the center of the table, but not before I notice the patch of black peeking out from beneath his right shirt cuff.
Is that what I think it is?
