Page 46 of Entwined Hearts
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Weston
I never understood why Savannah would look up at the night sky when she was overwhelmed. It was pretty, yeah, but nothing about it was helping me figure out what to do with my life.
Here I was, barely managing to recover from my injuries, and torn between a picture-perfect career I couldn’t let go of, and the love of my life, who I’d already lost once because of it.
It should’ve been an easy choice—her or riding. But the thought of waking up without either scared the hell out of me.
Beau had given up the partnership with Cavendish Academy for Claire. A partnership that would’ve made not only him, but our whole family multi-millionaires. And he gave it up in the blink of an eye for her.
Why couldn’t I make the same decision for Savannah? I loved her just as much, if not more.
I took a sip of whiskey, wondering if I could find answers at the bottom of the bottle. I knew I wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot. “Haha,shot,” I chuckled.
The grass rustled behind me, and my heart skipped, knowing who it was before I looked. I tilted my head back, and there wasSavannah walking towards me with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her eyes tired.
She dropped onto the blanket I had laid out, lying next to me. “Can’t sleep?”
“No. You too?”
“I don’t sleep that great most nights,” she said, and I frowned. “What are the stars saying tonight?”
“Nothing.”
She let out a heavy breath. “Typical.”
It’d been a week since I’d gotten the chance to be alone with her, and now that I was, I had so many things I wanted to say that I didn’t know where to start.
“My head is so loud, Sav,” I said with a sigh, not daring to look at her. She used to say that when her thoughts became too much and she needed me to talk her down.
Her fingers brushed against mine, tentatively, soft and warm. She let out a heavy breath when I laced mine between them and gripped her hand like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to Earth, because it truly felt that way. “Mine too.”
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine?”
“I’ve just got too many fires going at once,” she said. “The merger, fighting Sterling and Preston, figuring out my life in Dallas, stuff going on with Tess, and then there’s…you.”
I turned. I wanted to ask what she meant by me, but I knew that’d probably stress her out more. “What about your life in Dallas?”
She licked her lips, still staring at the stars. “My boss sent me an email about my bereavement leave running out a few weeks ago, asking when I was coming back. I haven’t responded yet.”
I was tempted to say that wasn’t like her, but she had hidden from me for a decade, so maybe it was. “Why not?”
Her head lolled to the side to look at me. “I don’t know what to say. I was working seventy, sometimes eighty hours a week onmulti-million dollar cases. I’m good at what I do, really good, but I’m not sure my heart is in it anymore. Or if it ever was. Things are easier here. Slower. Just not sure if or where I’d fit.”
You fit with me, angel,I wanted to tell her, but didn’t. “Anything I can do?”
She shook her head. “Just be here.”
“Done.” I kissed the back of her hand on instinct, something I did all the time when we were together, normally when we were in the car.
“Give me more yarn,” I said, knowing that wasn’t the end of it.
She grinned, eyes glimmering with surprise. “I can’t believe you remember that.” The first time she explained her anxiety to me, she said her mind was like a tangled, never-ending ball of yarn. So then we joked that her thoughts were pieces of yarn that she’d give me when we talked.
“I remember all of it, Savannah.”
Her smile faltered, her eyes searching mine. “I’m scared to start over with you,” she whispered.
