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Raw Deal(32)

By:Cherrie Lynn


Savannah's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. "Ro, I asked you-"

"No. You asked about dinner. Dinner. And then we would go home today and  nothing would ever come of it, like you said. I could've accepted that.  But this . . ." She put both hands to her head as if such insanity was  beyond her comprehension. "Savannah! Your poor parents!"

"Okay, I love you, and you've come close a few times but you're now  crossing the line to hysterical, and that is not good for the baby. This  is nothing my parents need to know about, and there's no reason to  think what I said won't still happen. We're going home. All right?  Nothing has changed." A deception, again. She nearly cringed when it  fell from her lips, starting the cycle all over. Everything had changed.

Mike had brought her back to the hotel around three, and even then,  they'd clung to each other for a good half hour in his truck, and she'd  had to make him vow not to show up today at the airport to see her off.  It wouldn't surprise her if he came anyway, or if she was picking him up  in New Orleans next weekend after a flight of his own.

Which would be just fine with her, because she already missed him. The  last look they had shared before she closed the door and watched him  drive away had torn her to pieces.

"You can have any man you want, Savannah," Rowan said sadly after a  moment of painful silence while she tried to get a grip on her emotions.  She swept an arm down in Savannah's general direction. "I mean, look at  you. Anyone you want. Why him? Why the one who took Tommy away from  us?"

In her emotionally raw state, Savannah couldn't resist the tears that  sprang to her own eyes at the raw pain in Rowan's voice, in her face. "I  didn't plan on any of this."

"Then you can stop it. Okay? Just stop it. You have to."

Maybe Mike's idea of running away had been a good one. It would be the only way either of them would find any peace together.

Savannah didn't know what to say. She wouldn't cheapen what she and Mike  had shared all weekend by vowing to end it when she knew she  wouldn't-couldn't. He didn't deserve that. But neither could she bring  herself to lie to Rowan anymore, either.                       
       
           



       

"You won't, though, will you?" Rowan asked. "I see it all over your face."

"Please let us give it a chance," she said, finding it ridiculous, as a  grown woman, to beg someone else to let her have the relationship she  wanted. "Just a chance. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it will. If it does,  we'll do everything we can to make it right. I know he wants to."

"The only way he can make this right is to stay out of our lives. If you were thinking straight, you would know that."

"He made this weekend possible for you. Meeting Zane and-"

"And I wouldn't have accepted if I'd known that you'd fuck him for it."

Pain ripped through Savannah's chest with a force that made her stagger  backward a step, momentarily unable to speak around it. "You'd better  stop, Rowan, before you say something you regret."

"Too late. I already regret everything." She turned and stalked toward  the door as Savannah fought with raging anger and hurt, but Rowan turned  for one final word before slamming her way out. "Don't you dare ever  try to tell me you love me again if you do this. Never."

The closing door echoed through the room, leaving Savannah standing  alone, staring at it long after her sister-in-law was gone. And then the  phone was in her hand and Michael's voice in her ear almost before she  knew she'd moved.

"What's the matter?" he demanded the second he heard her voice, the sobs ripping from her throat.

"Rowan and I just had a huge fight," she managed to tell him. Something  about his voice, strong and authoritative while her brain felt like a  mass of confusion, gave her strength. "I don't know what to do. We were  about to leave for the airport."

"Fuck. I'll come get you."

"No," she bit out before she thought about it. It was what she wanted  more than anything right then, to see him, feel his arms around her, but  . . . "That'll make things worse."

"Is the car there yet?"

"I don't know. I haven't left the room."

"If it's about us, Savannah, tell her what she wants to hear."

"That I won't see you anymore? I can't. It's a lie. That lie will keep going on and on and I can't live like that."

"Can you live like this?" he asked grimly, then his voice gentled as he  said, "Go get on the plane, darlin'. Everything will be all right."

"God." She dropped her forehead to her free hand, rubbing at the  headache blooming there. "If we're both acting like this on the plane,  they'll kick us off."

"Dry your eyes and take a breath. You got this."

"I miss you."

"Miss you too."

Chuckling, she raised her head and stared toward the window with bleary,  unfocused eyes. "Yeah, you're probably ready to get off this  merry-go-round. Get us crazy girls back to Louisiana."

"Never think it, baby."

Of course he would say that. She took a moment to get her emotions under  control, and it helped to conjure him up in her head, that devastating  smile and rock-hard body she'd spent a good portion of the weekend  exploring. Sitting on his kitchen floor eating ice cream in the dead of  night, standing on the beach in the darkness with him while the rest of  the world was sleeping. "What were you doing when I called?"

"Cardio," he said, a little sheepishly.

"What we got last night wasn't enough for you?" she teased, those images  in her head now sweaty and hot, a tangle of sheets and limbs and hands  and orgasms.

"No, actually. I could go for a few more rounds of that."

"Me too." She drew a fortifying breath, needing every ounce of strength  she possessed for the next hours ahead. "But I guess I'd better go."

"You're okay?"

"Yeah. I am now."

"Call me when you're home. Let me know you made it safe."

"I will."

"I'll count the minutes, then." The smile was obvious in his voice, and  damn him, she might have fallen a little further in those seconds.

Knocking on Rowan's door a few minutes later, she began to wonder if she  had gone ahead down to the lobby, but suddenly the door snatched open.  Rowan's eyes were dry now, but glassy and red rimmed. She didn't look  Savannah in the face as she said, "Come here."

The room was frigid and dim as Savannah wordlessly slipped in; Rowan had  pulled the drapes closed. Most of the light came from a lone lamp in  the corner and Rowan's laptop open on the desk, the screen glowing with  an easily recognizable YouTube page.                       
       
           



       

Savannah froze when she saw it. "What's this?"

"Sit."

"No. Damnit, Rowan, I told you-"

"I had to see it," Rowan said savagely, "and that means you have to see it too. Sit down."

All the tears Savannah had managed to repress sprang back into her eyes,  and she backpedaled from the computer as if it were a venomous snake  poised to strike her, a hand to her mouth. "I said no. This isn't  happening."

"What are you afraid of? Afraid you'll see what he really is? Maybe you should. I saw it."

"You're trying to make me watch my brother die all over again and-"

"He didn't die here, he died at the hospital."

"I know where the fuck he died, Rowan, I was there."

"Then it's interesting you put it like that, because yeah, you're right,  he died at the hospital but Mike Larson killed him here."

"He didn't mean to!"

"How do you know? You've never seen it."

"I know what he told me."

"Just watch it, Savannah. Then you can try to justify to me, or to your  parents, why you want to be with him. Trust me, that's a conversation  you don't want to go into without knowing all the details."

"I hate you for this." The words tore her heart, shredded it, as they  ripped from her throat. At the moment, she meant them completely.

"Then we're even. I hate you for this too."

But nothing had ever hurt her as much as that, even if she deserved it.

"I don't want to," Rowan said quickly, her voice losing its maniacal  edge and turning softer, pleading, "Savannah, please, just watch it.  I'll leave you alone while you do, if you want. But I want to . . . I  need to know that you're going into this understanding how I feel. To  understand it, you have to see."

"We have a plane to catch in less than two hours," Savannah said  desperately. "Please, let's go. I'll watch it when I get home, okay? Can  I at least do that?"