Chapter 72: Little Terrors
Savannah
I stood at the vanity in our bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the spotless floor.
My earrings clinked softly as I set them down, the tiny gold hoops catching the light. My heart thudded in my chest because I knew what I had to do tonight.
I had to tell Roman about Penelope.
About the way she’d slithered into the lingerie boutique like she owned the place, dropping Reese’s name like a lit match into dry grass.
He would lose it. He always did when her name came up—jaw tight, eyes dark, that protective fire igniting so fast it scared me sometimes. How did I even begin without detonating the evening? He'd been so sweet and happy as usual. How did I slip the news in gently, like a whisper instead of a bomb?
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