Page 132 of Between Never and Forever
It’s pouring outside, so I’m not surprised. It’s a hot, humid rainstorm. All dark clouds and lightning. It’s a fucking Savannah storm. They couldn’t get a good shot if they tried, and it’s supposed to go all day.
“You moving to the studio?”
She shakes her head. “They’re giving everyone the day off since we’re a few days ahead of schedule. Just a few more scenes until we’re off to Portofino.”
The news pisses me off for reasons I refuse to admit. I nod at her then turn to leave.
“Hey, wait,” Dakota calls, and I turn back to face her. “Some of us are going on a float trip a few hours inland if you want to come. It’s out of the storm. More mountainy, less beachy. We’ve got tomorrow off, too, so we’re going to make a day of it.”
I shake my head no and turn once more to leave, then stop.
“Who all is going?” I ask without facing her.
“Oh, um, a few of the other PAs and tech guys. Two of your men. Dustin and Luke, I think. Sav and Paul, too.”
Sav and Paul.Mother fuck it.
“I’ll grab a suit,” I say, then head upstairs, leaving her standing in the doorway.
Everyone is standing under one of the equipment canopies in an attempt to stay dry, but the wind keeps kicking up and blowing the rain in sideways. I zero in on Sav’s silver head of hair, and walk straight to her.
“You’re riding with me,” I say into her ear.
Her shoulders jump, and she flips around to face me.
“You’re coming?” I raise a brow in response, and she rolls her eyes. “Where’s Boss?”
“With Sharon.”
I keep my face serious, and I don’t miss the way she flinches. I know this is hard for her. I knew it would be. It’s an obstacle we’ll have to figure out how to overcome, but it’s also something I don’t think I can compromise on. Sharon is important to Brynn. I can’t take that away from her.
Savannah’s composure slips for just a second, then the wall drops, and she appears unbothered. She’s not unbothered, but she’s a better actress than she realizes. She shrugs and looks away, checking her nails dismissively.
“I’m not riding with you.”
“You are.”
“No, I’m riding with Dakota. She’s taking me to Walmart to get a swimsuit.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think they sell Gucci at Walmart.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Levi.”
I look over Savannah’s shoulder and find Dakota.
“Dakota,” I call, and she whips her attention to me. “You’re riding with me and Sav. Good?”
She grins immediately, which makes me grin and Savannah scoff.
“Yeah, definitely. Sounds great.”
Dakota punctuates her agreement with an enthusiastic thumbs up, and I give her a wink before looking back at Savannah. I keep my eyes firmly locked on hers, instead of letting them drop to her tank top and cut-off jean shorts like I want to. If she had the brown wig on, she’d look just like she did back in Miami when we were eighteen.
“It’s settled. You can have shotgun.”
I turn to walk away, but she grabs my bicep, halting me, and I look back over my shoulder at her.
“What the hell are you playing at?”
