Page 42 of Make Me Trust Again
Sav bites the inside of her cheek to stop a smile from forming, but there is no hiding the happiness radiating from her. “Depends on the day.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Rebecca chuckles softly, but it soon turns to coughing.
“Shit. Are you okay, Becs?” Savannah asks, glancing at her best friend.
“She said it’s allergies, but I’m not so sure.”
“I’m fine, there must be more pollen in the air or something because I’ve been feeling off these past few days, and the lack of sleep doesn’t help. Anyway…” She places the cup under the espresso machine, and the smell of coffee fills the air. “How are wedding plans coming along?”
Savannah and I exchange a look, but she decides to let it go.
“Good. We don’t really want anything big or elaborate. Just our closest friends, and that’s about it. We are thinking of organizing a small ceremony and party in our backyard at the beginning of August, just before school starts.”
“You’re going back to work?”
Becky hands Savannah her cup of coffee, which she gratefully takes before grabbing one for herself.
“Yes. I love teaching, and it’s time. I’m very lucky and grateful that I was able to spend this past semester on maternity leave and just enjoy my time with Poppy and the boys, but I miss my job.”
I can’t say I’m surprised. Savannah’s a very good teacher, and all the kids love her.
“What about you? Did you find a place to stay?” Savannah asks, taking a tentative sip of her coffee.
Becky glances over her shoulder. “Please tell me you didn’t take Merrick’s place.”
“Umm… No. I didn’t. I?—”
“Oh, thank God.” She leans against the counter, a coffee cup between her palms. “The more I think about it, the less I like it. Something else will come around, you’ll see.”
“I found a different place, actually.”
“You did? Where?”
My throat bobs as they both stare at me. I’m not even sure why I’m suddenly so nervous. It’s not like Rebecca doen’t know about it. Okay, maybe she doesn’t know,knowabout it, but she knowsofit. After all, she’s the one who suggested it.
“Chase’s cottage?”
Rebecca sputters the sip of coffee she just took, her hazel eyes widening in surprise. “Wh-what?” She coughs, patting at her chest.
Savannah’s brows shoot up. “Chase’s cottage? As in Becky’s reclusive, grumpy older brother Chase?”
“That’s the one.” I bite the inside of my cheek, my gaze darting to the woman in question. “Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad. Well, Iammad. What the hell? Why doesn’t anybody tell me anything around here? I swear to God, I’m going to strangle him. When did you move?”
“It wasn’t exactly planned.” I shrug weakly. “About a week ago.”
“That’s for damn sure.”
“I’m surprised he agreed to this.”
Rebecca rolls her eyes. “Oh, trust me, he didn’t agree. Not at first, at least.”
“So…” Savannah wiggles her brows. “How is it living with him?”
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the color rise up my cheeks.
“I’m not really living with him,” I mutter, grabbing a towel and picking up one of the cups that’s been drying, my full attention on wiping it thoroughly. “We just live on the same property.”
