She had broken him. And he had just started putting the pieces back together.
Savannah swallowed past the lump in her throat. "What else did you guys talk about?"
Mallory hesitated. Like she was debating how much to tell her. But then she sighed, shaking her head. “Everything.”
Savannah’s jaw tightened. "Mallory—"
“He asked about you.” Mallory admitted.
Savannah’s breath hitched. Her world stilled. Those four words echoed in her head like a pulse.He asked about you.It had been a year. An entire fucking year. And he still asked about her?
Savannah’s fingers tightened around the pillow, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “What did he say?”
Mallory hesitated again, then exhaled. “At first, he just asked how you weredoing. If you were okay.”
Savannah closed her eyes briefly, absorbing that.
But Mallory wasn’t done. “And then he said—” Her voice softened. “‘If it won’t hurt her, tell her I said hey, and I hope she’s doing good.’”
Savannah sucked in a sharp breath, her heart twisting in her chest. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to hear that until now.
He wasn’t bitter. He wasn’t angry. He still cared. Savannah opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Mallory watched her carefully. “I swear, it was like I was playing 21 Questions.”
Savannah let out a forced, half-smile. “What else did you ask him?”
Mallory, watching her carefully, continued. “Well, he’s not dating anyone.”
Savannah’s eyes snapped up to hers, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. “What?”
Mallory smirked. “I asked him.” Shrugging her shoulders.
Savannah’s brows furrowed. “You asked him that?”
Mallory shrugged. “I may have phrased it as, ‘Are you seeing anyone?’ And, of course, in true Chase fashion, he gave me a vague-ass answer.”
Savannah’s pulse pounded. “Which was?”
Mallory grinned. “He said no.”
Savannah’s stomach flipped.
Mallory leaned in. “And then I said, ‘Let me rephrase. I know you don’t date, Montgomery.’”
Despite everything, Savannah let out a small breath of amusement.
Mallory continued, “He laughed. And then he said, ‘Mal—not that it’s your business, but…’” She hesitated.
“But what?” Savannah demanded.
Mallory exhaled. “He said that’s not true. He just hasn’t found his person. The person he wants to do life with.”
Savannah inhaled sharply. Because she knew. She knew that he had found his person.
It was her.
He had told her. And she still walked away.
