Page 10 of Entwined Hearts
“I’m sorry I scared y’all,” I whispered.
“Just don’t do it again,” Colt said. “Beau’s getting up there, you know. He might have a heart attack next time.”
“Fuck off, you crybaby.”
“Ow,” I groaned between laughs, but didn’t tell them to stop this time. I needed the distraction, or I’d just think about Savannah more.
Beau clapped my good shoulder and stood. “We’ll get outta here so you can rest. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” So much for the distraction.
I nodded. “Thanks. ‘Preciate it.”
Colt slapped my foot. “Brace yourself for the girls when you wake up. They’re gonna be on you like white on rice.”
“Looking forward to it.” I knew Savannah wouldn’t be one of them, but I had to hope, even if just a little.
“See ya,” they both said.
And then there was silence. Just me, the spinning ceiling tiles, and a whole lot of shit to unpack in my mind.
4
Savannah
“This is weird,” I said, glancing around the diner like people were watching, but no one was because we were two towns over in Copper Creek, where not a soul knew us. Nobody knew our families’ history, or that we were supposed to hate each other. We were just two kids on our first date, which happened to be my first dateever.
“What’s weird?” Weston asked, taking another sip of his strawberry milkshake.
“This,” I whispered, and then my cheeks got a little warm. I looked down at the table, biting back a smile. “Us.”
“I like it when you say that.”
I looked up at him through my lashes. He was giving me a grin that did crazy things to my heart. “Say what?”
“Us,” he answered softly. He reached across the table, past our milkshakes and burgers, and took my hand in his. “Is there an us, Sav?”
I blushed harder at the way he said the name only he called me, at the warmth of his hand around mine. “Do you want there to be?”
“No. Don’t do that. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted him, and it scared me how much. It’d only been three days since he kissed me at dawn, and we’ve been meeting up at the fence line every night since to talk more…and maybe kiss some more, too.
“I want there to be an us.”
“Thank God,” he said, letting out a dramatic sigh, falling back into the booth. “That would’ve been an awkward car ride back if you had said no.”
“You’re terrible,” I laughed.
“I would’ve been crying so hard I couldn’t see the road. We’d wreck. Probably die. It would’ve been a nightmare. Mount would’ve lost his shit over the truck.”
I only laughed harder. “He still will,” I said, knowing Mr. McLeod would notice one of his trucks was gone when he went to do his evening ride.
Weston’s expression softened. “Good thing you’re worth all the trouble in the world, then.”
My stomach erupted with butterflies, and I sucked down half my milkshake to stop myself from leaning over the table and kissing him. He’d probably think that was stupid.
“You just might be the prettiest thing I’ve seen, Savannah,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Like an angel.”
I jolted awake with a gasp,feeling like I was falling. My heart was racing. The dream had felt so real that I was almost sad to have woken up from it. I could still feel the heat of his palm against mine, the phantom butterflies, and the pang of longing. Looking back, I think even in that moment, I had already loved him.
