Page 151 of Need You To Choose Me

“Savannah?”

The door to her bedroom is open, but there is nobody inside.

Where the hell is she?

I move down the hallway.

“Savannah, where the hell?—”

I stop in my tracks when I reach the doorway of the nursery.

“Blondie.” Her name comes out shaky as I grip the doorway.

Savannah’s back is turned to me, and headphones are covering her ears. The music is so loud, I can hear it all the way here.

Taylor Swift.

She was listening to music; that’s why she hadn’t heard me.

But she’s fine.

Nothing happened to her.

I close my eyes for a moment and suck in a long breath.

She’s fine.

I lean against the doorway, my body sagging in relief as I just watch her. Savannah’s singing along to the music softly, her body moving to the beat as sheshakes it off, making her ponytailsway. She’s dressed in overalls that have the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen, along with a gray sports bra underneath it.

Fuck, she’s stunning.

My mouth goes dry, muscles taut with the need to go to her, pull her to me, and claim her in the most basic way possible.

Just then, she turns around, holding the paintbrush as a microphone. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she lets out a surprised yelp.

“Blake! You scared the crap out of me,” she mutters as she lowers her headphones. “What are you doing here?”

“I got your message, so I came to check in on you. And it’s a good thing I did.” I tilt my head toward the chair that’s standing on the side. “You weren’t climbing on that thing, were you?”

“Nope,” she answers quickly.

Too quickly.

My eyes narrow at her. “Blondie.”

Her cheeks heat, and she ducks her head, a strand of her hair falling out of her bun.

I push from the door and cross the room, my finger slipping under her chin and tilting her head back. My thumb skims over her lower lip, and she lets out a soft breath, lips parting.

“What?” She shrugs and mutters softly, “The chair is pretty sturdy.”

This woman.

“I’ll give you sturdy. Why are you even painting? The fumes can’t be good for you or the baby.”

“I got the wallpaper and decided to put it up, hence, asking for the ladder, but you didn’t answer, so I just figured I’d do it myself.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Besides, the window is open.”

This stubborn, stubborn woman.

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