Chase chuckled, lifting a shoulder. “Of course not, It was at the reception, but it was either that or let Jaxon do it and ruin his own wedding photos.”
Mallory whistled. “Damn. I bet Sara still thanks you for that.”
Chase’s smirk deepened. “Every time we get together.”
Savannah grinned, a warm feeling curling through her. He was loyal. Protective.
Before she could lean into him, maybe kiss him right there at the table—
A voice cut through the air.
“Well, well. Chase Montgomery.”
The wordsdripped with confidence, the tone too familiar, too smooth, too knowing—it was obvious she knew him well.
The entire booth went quiet.
A tall, leggy blonde stood at the edge of their booth, a smirk plastered on her perfect, glossy lips. Her honey-colored hair fell in waves over bare, tanned shoulders, and her dress was a little too tight, a little too perfect.
Everything about her screamed effortlessly put together.
And completely entitled.
Savannah felt Mallory shift across from her, her best friend already sensing the shift in energy.
Meanwhile, Chase?
Chase was calm as hell.
His arm stayed stretched lazily along the back of the booth, his body still pressed against Savannah’s side.
But Savannah caught it.
The tell.
The way his fingers drummed once against the wood of the table before stilling.
His only reaction.
“Jenna,” Chase greeted, voice even, polite.
“So you do remember me.”
Savannah felt Mallory’s eyes on her, like she was waiting to see how she’d react. Nate glanced between Chase and the blonde, already assessing the situation.
Savannah didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just—watched.
Because women like Jenna didn’t just show up for no reason.
And judging by the way she was standing, the way she barely even acknowledged Savannah, Mallory, or Nate—this wasn’t just a friendly catch-up.
Jenna was here for Chase.
And she wasn’t subtle about it.
