“Little do you know, Savannah Foster, you’re not getting away from me so easily,” I say to myself.
My phone buzzes again, and I aggressively whip it out, annoyed with the damn thing. I find a text from Hunter to Rory and me.
Hunter: Where the hell are you two? We’re in the middle of a crisis, remember? Get your asses to the penthouse.
CHAPTER 5
SAVANNAH
What is wrong with me?
I’m not someone who gives out my number to strangers. I don’t accept money from random people. And Ineverkiss a man just after meeting him. Now I’ve done that twice in as many days!
I’ve turned into a brazen hussy!
Firmly planted in a warm booth, I stare out the window of Taki Yuki and twirl my chopsticks around my bowl ofoyakodon, a chicken rice bowl with veggies and eggs.
Above my head, vibrant Japanese umbrellas hang upside down from the ceiling. Colorful Japanese fans decorate the walls. More dark brown pleather booths, like the ones I’m in, line with the right and left walls, with square tables arranged in a grid in the middle. At the back is the kitchen, where you order your food. It’s not a five-star restaurant, but the Tanaka’s have made it a friendly place to be.
After I ran away from Luke, I came straight here for a late lunch. My first few steps toward the station were filled with exhilaration, but the further I got, the flame inside grew dim.
I really thought he’d chase me. Now I feel ashamed for wanting that and pathetic for thinking he would actually do so.
My head falls into my hands as I think of the three men who have me feeling things I’ve never felt before. They are all similar in that they’re clearly much older than me, with bits of silver in their hair, and they all make me want to live a different life. One filled with new adventures, new goals, and a new existence.
Is it a coincidence or fate? Meeting three men who make me feel things I’ve never felt before or thought I was capable of feeling.
Hunter, with his cinnamon hair, sandy eyes, and sexy, domineering disposition, makes me want to bend to his every demand. Rory, with his obsidian curls, azure eyes, and lively temperament, makes me feel treasured. Luke, with his smoky brown mane, emerald eyes, and spellbinding charisma, makes me yearn for more time to live.
“Rough day?” Mrs. Tanaka sits on the other side of the booth.
Perking up, I frown at her question. “Why do you say that?”
She points to the bowl in front of me. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
“More like a crisis of conscience,” I answer, then take a bite of rice and egg.
“Hit me with it.”
I nearly choke on the rice. After a few coughs and my face turning an ungodly shade of red, I reply, “I don’t know if this is something?—”
“I’m fifty-five years old and have lived in New York my whole life. I highly doubt there’s anything you’re going to say that will make me clutch my pearls.” Mrs. Tanaka gives me an exasperated expression.
“Want to give me dating advice?” I snark.
Mrs. Tanaka doesn’t miss a beat. “Don’t date assholes.”
I snort. “I was thinking of advice a little more tailored to my situation.”
“Lay it on me, honey,” she offers again.
“I met a guy at this place I like to hang out?—”
Mrs. Tanaka scrunches her nose. “Did you bring a criminal home or something?”
“Not a criminal.” I roll my eyes, then set down my chopstick, placing my hands in my lap. “It was an older man. And then…I met another man. And then…another guy at the library.” My fingers nervously tap against my thighs.
Instead of the shame I expect to receive, Mrs. Tanaka arches a brow and half smiles. “Look at you go, Miss Bachelorette. Three men? Nice.”
