“Like a brick in a puddle,” she rolled her eyes. “Do you really think it’s what he wants to talk about?”
“It sure as hell isn’t about breaking up. The guy talked not ten hours ago about having you perform lap dances on him. You two are definitely not breaking up.”
“Thank god because I’d have to move in with you and Alessandro so you could hold me every night while I cry,” Savannah gave her a rueful smile. “My mom keeps asking to meet him.”
“Your dad would have had a field day with him.” Savannah’s foster parents who had adopted her as a teenager had loved her like she had been with them all her life. While her father had passed away, her mom still called her almost daily. How Savannah had been able to keep them apart so long was a testament to Savannah’s fear of being rejected.
“Well,
