“Did he?”
Thinking back to what Korbin had said, she wasn’t so sure. “Yes, but...”
“You don’t trust him.”
No. Yes. She realized she did trust him. He’d meant what he’d said. He’d be back. Some day. She might suffer from a broken heart for the third time in her life, but she wouldn’t fault him. He would be the most honest and faithful man to have broken her heart.
“Well, then stop watching for him.”
“I’m not watching for him.”
“You sit in that window pretending to read a book when all you do is stare at the road.”
“How...”
“I see you sometimes.”
“Spying on me?”
“You’re my sister. I hate to see you hurting. Makes me want to go find him and beat him up for you.”
She smiled. “Stop it.”
“Modern Citizen Magazine wants to do a feature on the two of you.”
She gaped at him. Citizen was the most venerable entertainment magazine out there. “What?”
“Yeah. You saved the country.” He grinned. “And there’s the other matter of a budding romance everybody is dying to hear about.”
Savanna rolled her eyes. “How do you know they want to do a feature?”
“Their chief editor called Dad. Asked him to talk to you. Apparently they’ve tried to get a hold of both you and Korbin, but neither of you is answering your phone.”
“I’ll come downstairs, just, please, stop talking about that.”
He chuckled. “At least you don’t have someone claiming you left them in Aspen.”
Macon’s ex-girlfriend had gone public with their breakup. She said that when he’d gone to help Savanna, he abandoned her in a hotel without a word.
“She was an airhead anyway. You can do better.”
“No actresses, I’ve decided.”
She stood up. “Come on. Help me show Mom I’m okay so I can go home.”
* * *
Korbin had just dropped Fallon off at the airport. She’d spent the weekend at his parents’ house. She had no living grandparents and had never met his mom and dad. They’d all gotten along great. Fallon had no family other than him. She seemed to be warming to the idea of having one with them. And as always, his next thought was of Savanna. Family. It was a new life. He still couldn’t make the transition. It all felt so surreal. His life was close to settling. When would he go for her? Now? It felt right...and then not. He still shied away from it.
Dropping his rental car keys into the doorman’s palm, he nodded his thanks and went to find his mother. She was in one of the living rooms, the less formal one. She smiled when she saw him. He’d made progress earning his parents’ forgiveness. His dad was much calmer now. Not completely trusting, but on the way there.
His mother patted the cushion beside her. “I want to talk to you about something.”