I shrugged. “What do you want it to mean?”
“JesusChrist, I...” Once more, she composed herself. “Dante, I have somewhere to be, so... are we done?”
“You tell me.”
“We’re done.”
“Sav?” My voice was low and coaxing.
She shook her head. “I’ve never been a violent person, but the urge to smack you is very close to overriding all my senses.”
I laughed out loud. “You wound me.”
Savannah gave me a flat stare. “I’m definitely thinking about it.” She looked away. “Are you always this irritating? Your whole football persona is being cool and calm on the field.”
“You watch me play, Sav?”
That same stare, guarded but exasperated. “Youjustwon the championship. Show me someone who hasn’t watched you.”
“Did you watch the game...” I leaned in closer. “Or just me?”
Her lips parted in surprise as she looked up at me, confusion fleeting but definitely there, until that cool mask — the one she wore as well as I wore mine — slipped back in place. “Isn’t it the same thing?”
“Might give you that one,” I conceded with a grin.
“Okay. So... can I go?” She was turning away when my question stopped her.
“You heading to that shed behind the arts building?”
Savannah licked her lips as she turned back to face me, her expression wary. “What?”
Yeah, that’s right, Sav. On impulse, I followed you last night, and now I’m collecting.Ah, there it was, the familiar feel of a firm footing.
“The shed, behind the arts building. It’s where you went last night, I’m guessing the night before too.”
She looked incensed, and damn if it didn’t send a thrill through me as I saw the spark of fire in her eyes. “Youfollowedme?”
I gave her a mock look of shock, mirroring her own. “You listened in on my private conversation?”
She stepped forward, worry creasing her brow. “You can’t tell anyone.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
She stepped closer. “Dante, you can’t mention it to anyone.”
“I said okay, Sav.” I sniffed, looked past her toward the very arts building she was heading to. “You say nothing about what you heard, and I’ll say nothing about whatever you’re hiding.”
“Who was on the call?” she asked suspiciously.
“What’s in the shed?”
We held each other’s stare. I’d faced down an entire defense in a championship game; Savannah Cole was nothing compared to that.
Though I don’t think I’d mind if she wanted to tackle me to the ground.
As I thought she would, she caved first. “We never talk about this again, understood?”
“Agreed.” I pulled the chisel out of my bag. “Yours?”
