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The baby clothes could go to Goodwill, but Linda’s clothes should go to her family. I’m her family. Was. I was her family. Jack didn’t want to keep any of Linda’s clothes. As much as it felt like he was ripping out a part of his soul, each time he thought of Savannah, he felt a rush of hope, and that hope stirred his heart in a different way—a better way. He no longer wanted to hold on to the past. Those few days he’d spent with Savannah had reminded him of how it felt not to be consumed with anger and guilt, and more important, for a few intimate moments, the loneliness that had consumed him day in and day out had fallen away. He hadn’t realized how dark his life had become until Savannah, and all her stubbornness and all her beauty, barged in and lit up his world. He was ready to move forward.
Chapter Nineteen
SAVANNAH WAS GLAD to be back at work Tuesday morning. She’d stayed up most of the night before thinking about Jack. She’d tossed and turned all night, wishing she could see him—even though she knew she probably shouldn’t. Why is he consuming my every thought? Now she threw herself into the work that had piled up while she was gone.
She hung up the phone with a client and weeded through the stack of messages on her desk. How will I ever get through these? She prioritized them into separate stacks: clients whose lives would turn inside out if she didn’t call them back immediately, clients who only thought their lives would turn upside down, and people who might one day become clients. The remaining two stacks consisted of other legal shit she had to take care of and…Connor Dean. Not only had he filled her voicemail and sent her too many text messages to count, but he’d also left seven messages with her assistant, Catherine. She couldn’t fathom why he was trying to get in touch with her at all. She’d already severed their working relationship and handed his files off to another attorney. His window of apology should have ended a year ago. Damn it. She had hoped that when she didn’t return his calls, he’d get the message and leave her alone, but now it looked as though he’d continue to hound her if she didn’t reiterate that it was over. As she picked up her cell to return his call, a knock sounded at her door; then the door flew open.
“Hey there, girlfriend. Lookie, lookie.” Her associate, Aida Strong, came through the door carrying a large bouquet of roses. She was almost as tall as Savannah, with the same slim hips and long legs. Against Aida’s fitted white skirt and blouse, the red roses looked even more vibrant.
Savannah’s pulse sped up as she came around the desk. “Who sent them?” Jack? Maybe he’s not such a Neanderthal after all.
“I didn’t read the card.” Aida tucked her long, straight blond hair behind her ear and set the vase on Savannah’s desk. “Catherine said they just came, and I was coming in anyway, so I snagged them. They’re gorgeous.” She handed Savannah the envelope that came with the flowers.
Savannah read the card and then tore it in half and tossed it in the trash can. “You know what? I’m gonna ask Catherine to bring them down to the mailroom staff. They’ll enjoy them.”
Aida arched a brow. “Connor?”
Savannah sighed. “Unfortunately. I’m going to call him right now and tell him to bug off.”
Aida cringed. “I’m sorry. How was your weekend? Is that guy as handsome as he looks on the website?”
Savannah sighed. “Jack Remington is even hotter than he appears.” And even more sensual and the best kisser ever and…broken. Jack Remington is broken.
“Yeah? Why am I getting a sex vibe here?” Aida smirked. “I knew I should have gone along as a chaperone. Tell me what I missed.”
Aida and Savannah had started with the law firm within a month of each other five years earlier and had become close friends overnight. Aida was as snarky as Savannah was tough, and in the male-dominated legal entertainment business, they needed all the support they could get.
Savannah’s cell phone rang, and she glanced at the screen. “It’s Josh. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Okay, but I’m taking these. Don’t waste them on the mailroom staff.” Aida took the flowers and winked on her way out the door.
Savannah answered the call. “How’s my best-dressed big brother?” Josh was one of New York’s leading fashion designers, and as such, he was always impeccably dressed.
“I’m well, Savannah. I heard you were back in town. How was your survivor weekend? Will you be hitting the reality network next week?”
“Not a chance in hell, although I really enjoyed it. It was nice to get away from the city, and other than a freaking bobcat, it was actually pretty fun.” She could almost feel Jack’s body pressed against her back again, as it had been that night. She shook her head to get out from under the memory.
