27. Chapter Twenty-Seven | Savannah

Chapter twenty-seven

I tear the corner of my napkin as the droplets of condensation run down the side of my iced latte.

I knew the recent strange events around the house weren’t typical, but did I downplay them?

When someone tells you that you’re a certain thing over and over, it’s easy to believe it after a while.

I’ve been accused of being too dramatic or too intense or too much most of my life.

I prefer to think that I’m passionate and have big feelings, even if that caused more than one disagreement in my marriage over the years.

Maybe there was a small part of me that was afraid of my concerns being dismissed—but Theo is doing the complete opposite of that.

If anything, he almost looks … pissed that I didn’t tell him.

That’s interesting, and a small voice in my heart hopes that it means more than just being his sister’s client or a woman going through a divorce.

That small voice hopes that it means Theo sees—and even wants—me. I can’t listen to that voice quite yet, but it’s not wrong.

“Hey, where did you go?” Theo asks softly while crossing his arms and leaning his elbows on the table.

“Sorry, I was just thinking that maybe I should’ve said something or made a bigger deal about the flowers and weird things around my house before now.”Theo scowls. “What other weird things?”

I shrug slightly, not wanting to overreact. “Just things feeling off or even being misplaced around the house. I didn’t want to be accused of being dramatic or making things up.”

“Well, are you?” Theo tilts his head as he studies me .

“Am I what?”

“Are you making things up and being dramatic?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Okay, then no need to worry about that anymore, alright? I believe you, and your brothers will too.”

I look down at my hands and roll my lips. I already know the answer to this question before I ask it. “So, you are planning on telling my brothers about this?”

“Absolutely, and I think you know they will believe you.”

“Yeah, they will, it’s just that they can sometimes be … overzealous.”

“I think the world needs more zealous if I’m being honest,” he admits with a grin that I can’t help but mirror.

“That statement doesn’t even make sense!” I can’t help the laugh that escapes. I didn’t want to talk about depressing and serious things, and yet Theo still made me smile even though that’s exactly where the conversation ended up.

“Maybe not, but I wasn’t trying to make sense. I was trying to make you smile.”

This man.

“Mission accomplished, friend .” My emphasis on the word friend causes his eyes to sparkle.

I’m glad that I took him up on his offer to meet for coffee, and sitting here feels like I thought it would—right. I don’t know what will happen between us, but I know that I’ve never had a friend like Theo, and I’ve never smiled so much on a Friday morning.

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