She bit her bottom lip. “It’s a vague or different way to describe something.”
“So what does hooking up describe?”
The pink in her cheeks intensified into a bright red and I began to understand what it meant.
Before I could tell her not to worry about it, she muttered, “Sleeping together. Uh, having sex.”
“Okay, maybe that could wait.”
Savannah choked again and the blush moved down her neck to her chest. I wanted to kiss her then because she looked so pretty and flustered, but Ava returned to the kitchen, cradling Satchel in her arms like an infant.
“If you two are done having your awkward discussion, could we eat soon?” she asked. “I’m starving and that Salisbury steak smells amazing.”
The moment was broken. Savannah turned back to the stove with pink still staining her cheeks. “Yeah, it’s nearly ready. I just need to mash the potatoes.”
“Then Rhys and I will set the table,” Ava volunteered, gesturing for me to go into the dining room. As I walked past her, she whispered, “I’m glad you took my advice. I accept thank you gifts on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”
I smiled for the first time in weeks.
