“Me too,” he said as he rested his forehead against hers.“I’d better let you go.”He smiled.“I don’t want to, but I’d better.”
He pressed a light kiss to her lips.“Can I call you tomorrow?”
He felt bad when she hesitated—not because he thought she’d say no, but because he knew how busy she was.
“On Monday,” he added quickly.
“I’ll text you tomorrow when I get a minute, if that works.”
“I’d love it if you can, but don’t worry, it’s not a problem.I know you’re busy, and I don’t want to ask for too much.If I don’t hear from you, I’ll call you Monday.”
“Okay, but I’ll shoot you a quick text at some point.”
Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and as he kissed her, it hit him that the way he felt right now, he’d never be able to get enough time with her.
Chapter Eight
When Savannah reached the end of her lunchtime shift on Sunday, she hurried out of the Lodge and waved when she saw Tiffany waiting at the bottom of the steps in front of the entrance.
“Hey, sorry.I got away as soon as I could.”
“It’s all good.You’re not late.”Tiffany slipped her arm through Savannah’s.“What do you think?Do you want to eat first?I know you only have a couple of hours.And you were here yesterday with the delicious Jake, so if you don’t feel like walking up and down looking at the stores, I don’t mind.”
“I do need to eat—I’m starving.But after that we can have a wander around, if you want.We didn’t do any of that yesterday.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.Where do you want to eat?The café or…?”
“Or where?”asked Savannah.“There aren’t any other choices over here, are there?”
“Well, duh.There’s a sports bar, of course.”
“Oh, yeah, right.I forgot about that.What’s it called again?”
“Violets.And yes, that’s a weird name for a sports bar, but I think it’s perfect for the place.The couple who own it are great.She’s a sweetheart—her name’s Tori—and he’s one of those clean-cut, military-type guys.Not my type, but he’s good people.And the food’s great.They don’t have a big menu, but they have pizzas from Giuseppe’s.”
“Oh, well, in that case I’m in.I love Giuseppe’s pizza.”
She smiled, remembering her almost-date with Jake, when they’d been about to go into Giuseppe’s and Troy had called and they’d gone off up the hill to rescue Cara.
Tiffany squeezed her arm.“I know you love the pizza, but seriously, girl—you’re that happy to get some?”
“No.It’s just—oh, never mind.”
Tiffany laughed.“You don’t need to explain.I know damn well, just from the look on your face, that something about pizza made you think about Jake.You get that same goofy smile whenever you think about him.”
Savannah shrugged.“I’m not going to deny it.I do.He’s awesome.”
“He sure seems it, and I’m happy for you.He just needs to keep it up, because if he messes with you, he messes with me—and he’ll regret that.”
“Aw, I love you for looking out for me, but you don’t need to worry with Jake.Even if things don’t work out, he’s a good guy.He won’t mess me around.I know that much.”
“I want to believe it—but we’ll see.”
Savannah was impressed with the sports bar when they got in there.One half of the place had big TV screens, and, of course, since it was Sunday afternoon, there were football games playing.She would have been quite happy to go and sit over there to watch, but Tiffany steered her toward the other half of the place.It was just as nice, but there were no TV screens—although when they took a table, she could hear country music playing, so that made up for it somewhat.
“Do you know what you want to eat?”Tiff asked.
“Definitely pizza.”
