Page 147 of The Elusive Billionaire
“Anything else?” I’m not as kind as Savvy is.
“Just that it didn’t make sense. You’re always fighting. It’s like you had him under a spell I couldn’t figure out.”
“So, you didn’t give him any information that he wouldn’t have seen with his own eyes?” Sage asks. Of course he’s as nice as Savvy is. My nephew is incapable of being an ass.
“I…I told him that…”
“Told him what?” I roar. My patience is long gone.
She flinches, but I don’t feel an ounce of remorse. This woman was actively working against my fiancée, and that’s unacceptable.
“I told him that Clover was your weakness, and that you would always drop everything to be by her side, and then the very next day her private information was all over the internet.”
I’m across the room, ripping the door open before she even blinks. “Get. Out.”
“Greyson.” Savvy stands and wobbles on her feet.
Fuck this.
“Bethany, I don’t know what you thought coming here would do. It doesn’t absolve you. It doesn’t make what you did right.”
“Grey. Enough, please. This is between Bethany and me. We’ve talked, she knows she was wrong.” Empathy bleeds from Savvy’s tone. Luckily, I don’t suffer from that same affliction. “She’s here because she wants to help. Beating her down now won’t do anything but break her beyond repair, and I refuse to do that to anyone. Not when I’m living proof of the damage it can cause.”
Just like that, she slams her truth into me like a wrecking ball.
I nod once in acknowledgment of her words.
“Is there anything else you’d like to share, Bethany?” Savvy sounds as though a good strong wind would knock her over.
“No. I’m—” Her broken sob echoes across the room. “I am truly sorry, Savvy. If there’s anything I can do?—”
“You’ve done enough,” Madi growls, and I mentally high-five my sister-in-law. Braxton married well.
“Thank you for telling us, Bethany.” Savvy sinks back into her chair.
I rattle the bell above the door to indicate it’s time for Bethany to go.
She takes the hint and leaves without making eye contact with anyone.
Then I cross the room and crouch down in front of Savvy. My palms rest on her thighs as I stare into her weary eyes.
“Rigsby, is there anything else you need from us right now?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Not from Savannah. If the rest of you could come down to the station to give your statements, I’d appreciate it though.”
“We’ll be there,” Moose says.
“Is Savvy free to go?” I ask.
“She is, but?—”
“She’s staying with me.”
“Good,” Rigsby says. “I’ll come out to check on you both tomorrow.”
As soon as he’s given the all-clear, I scoop Savvy up in my arms. Sage drops my keys into her lap, and Blissy opens the door. Without another word, I carry her out to the car.
By the time we make it home, she’s curled into a ball, leaning on the passenger door, fast asleep.
