“Savanna? I hear Fonzie. Where are you? I miss our dog.”
“He wasn’t our dog. You know that.”
“Well, I helped walk him sometimes. I miss him. Where are you? Are you working at all? Did you move back in with your parents?”
Wow. The idea he must have of her in his head: sad, distraught, barely functional without him. So broken-hearted she was unable to secure a job, find a place to live, or even exist on her own.
“I’m on the beach right now. The lake is gorgeous on this side. I’m working, and I’m staying with my sister for the moment. But there are some really cute houses I’m looking at.”
She couldn’t help it—she needed him to know she’d landed on her feet.
That was it, Savanna thought. That was what she wanted. A man who’d look at her like her dad looked at her mother—like, no matter what else was going on in his life, nothing was complete until she was back in his arms.
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