I sure as hell hope we are, he thought, watching her drive off.
Chapter Twelve
Harlan was out of the office most of the following day, which Savannah thought was probably a good thing. Her mind wasn’t exactly on the job. Instead she kept returning to everything that had happened yesterday, both with her father and with Harlan.
She and Harlan had loved each other. Yes, they’d been young. Would their relationship have died a natural death? Possibly. But they were never given the chance to find out. Her father had played God and broken them up. Finally, she decided not to let her father mess up her shot at a second chance with Harlan. Once was plenty.
Tonight Harlan was taking her to dinner at Baron’s Steakhouse.
She changed five times before finally choosing a short, white cowl-neck, long-sleeved sweater dress and black thigh-high suede boots. The outfit was brand new and tonight seemed the perfect night to wear it.
Savannah had a feeling tonight would be special. All she had to do was think about dinner at the pizza place the night before.
What do you want, Harlan?
What I’ve always wanted. You.
Her heart had done somersaults.
Tonight would be about the two of them. Their first official date. Back when they were young they’d always had to be so careful because she was afraid if her fa—
Stop it, Savannah. Don’t think about that. Tonight is about you and Harlan. Take your chance. You’ve both earned it.
There goes that damned voice again,Savannah thought. Lots of people had thoughts—in essence talking to themselves silently. That was not what this was.
No.Thisis some strange person talking inmyhead.
She answered the knock on her door and opened it to Harlan. “Hi.” She stood aside and let him in. He wore jeans and an open leather bomber jacket over a button-down blue dress shirt. His hair was combed, not messy from him jamming his fingers through it, like he often did. He looked good. Really, really good. Then she noticed he hadn’t said a word and instead was staring at her. “Harlan, is something wrong?”
“Wrong? No. Sorry, I had to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth.”
Laughing, she said, “Thanks. I think.”
“You look beautiful. But there’s a problem.”
“What’s that?”
