Chase just laughed.
Not awkward. Not uncomfortable.
Just amused.
He leaned forward, taking another slow sip of his beer, completely unfazed.
Jenna’s eyes flicked to Savannah again.
Like she had finally figured it out. Finally understood that Chase wasn’t leaving with her. Wasn’t entertaining her.
Because he had someone.
Savannah.
Jenna pursed her lips. “Well—it was nice catching up.”
Chase smiled. “You too.”
And that should have been the end of it.
But Jenna?
Jenna wasn’t done.
She lingered, rolling her shoulders back, trying one more time.
"So," she said, her voice light, casual, but her eyes calculating. "You still out on Palmetto Drive?"
Savannah’s stomach clenched.
Her fingers froze around her drink, her body staying completely still as she processed what Jenna had just said.
Palmetto Drive.
Jenna knew where Chase lived.
And not just vaguely. She knew the street name.
The street name of a house that no woman had ever been to.
Savannah had barely taken a breath before Mallory’s eyes snapped to her.
A quick, sharp glance.
A knowing glance.
Because Chase had told Savannah that no woman had ever been inside his house.
Had never even been invited. And yet…Jenna knew Palmetto Drive.
Savannah lifted her glass, taking a slow sip, not saying a word.
Jenna watched her. Saw the reaction. Or rather, the lack of reaction.
And she smiled. Like she had finally won. Like she had finally found her opening.
Chase? Chase just shook his head, exhaling a short laugh.
