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And when I feel I can’t go on,
you come and hold me.
It’s me,
and you,
forever.
Sara smile.
Won’t you smile a while for me,
Sara.”
Marcellus was touched too. But unlike Savannah, he’d heard that song many times before and knew the duo singing it well too. He looked down at her. She looked up at him with that extraordinary smile on her face. And it fit. That song fit her like a glove.Savannah Smilewas what he heard. And it was sweet music to his ears.
He stared at her beautiful smile and her wondrous face through the entirety of that song. Then he closed his eyes as if he wanted to keep that sweet image of her etched in his mind, as if he’d just taken her photograph with his eyes, and he held her even tighter.
Savannah closed her eyes too. It seemed so perfect that it felt like a dream. Because she knew it had to be a dream. Good things like that, with a man who seemed to mean business, didn’t happen to a girl like her.
She was waiting to wake up from that dream at any moment, as she slowly, peacefully, fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Marcellus woke up to the wonderful sound of elevator music. Hall and Oaks singing, again,Sara Smile.
The song they fell asleep to last night had recycled around once again. Or a hundred times more, he wasn’t sure. It almost seemed like a sign to Marcellus, like it was their song now, as he attempted to hold Savannah even tighter.
But he realized rather quickly that he wasn’t holding a woman. He was holding a blanket. He swiftly opened his eyes.
“Morning Dad.”
Marcellus looked across the room and saw his son standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He was in a bathrobe and looked far better than he had last night. “How are you feeling?”
“Not robust yet. But good. Much better. Thank God the worst of it is over.”
“Thank God.”
“I can’t believe you spent the night in my humble abode.”
“This is a penthouse, come on,” he said as he threw the blanket off of him and swerved to where his feet were on the floor and he was seated upright. “Humble abode my ass.” He had irritation in his voice.
But Niko was accustomed to his mood swings. “I was comparing it to your usual haunts,” he noted.
Marcellus looked at him. His children often behaved as if he was to the manor born when he was homeless through most of his childhood. It was the oddest thing to him. They couldnever seem to reconcile the man he now was with the man he used to be.
But none of that consumed his mind like the other matter did. “Where’s Savannah?” he casually asked his son.
“She left just before day this morning. I had gotten up to use the bathroom when I heard her phone ring. She got an emergency call and had to leave.”
“An emergency? What kind of emergency? Where did she go? What was it about?”
Niko was taken aback by his father’s anxiousness. That wasn’t like him at all! “I don’t know,” he said. “She didn’t say.”
Marcellus was upset. “What do you mean she didn’t say? Did you ask her?”
“Why would I ask her all of that?”
