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thinking he’s got a chance at getting you back, and when he realizes that’s not going to happen, he’s going to grow a vagina and go all chick on you. There’ll be silent treatment, then public blow ups and potential physical fighting once you get pissed off to the point of punching the shit out of him!” I wanted those two back together almost as much as Jeremy did, but not this way. Savannah wasn’t ready and this wasn’t going to destroy him. I couldn’t stand the idea of Savannah doing something that couldn’t be undone.
“Well, what the hell did you expect me to do? Did you see him the other night? He’s never talked to me like that before. Hand to God, Emmy. I about had an orgasm when he went all alpha like that.” It was another classic example of Savannah acting without thinking about the repercussions.
“Ugh. You’re sick, you know that? You’ve got serious problems.”
“ Admit it! !” she screeched.
“Fine!” I admitted in defeat. I threw myself back down on my lounge chair and crossed my arms over my chest indignantly. “It might have been just a little sexy seeing him go all he-man on your ass.”
“Thank you!”
“Savannah,” I started, getting very serious. This wasn’t a joking matter. “You’re going to break that man. You know how he feels about you. Keeping him on a string like this is just cruel. You can’t keep giving him false hope, sweetie.”
“I’m not stringing him along,” she demanded.
“You are…”
Before I could finish my sentence, she was on her feet and sliding into her flip flops. “Why don’t you just stay out of my shit and take care of your own, Emmy! This is none of your business.”
I jumped up and followed after her as she headed to the gate leading to my driveway. I couldn’t let her leave mad. “Wait a minute. I didn’t mean to upset you, Van. I’m just worried.”
“I don’t need you worrying about me, Emmy. I’m a grown-ass woman and I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. You’re not my mother.”
She was at her car with her keys in her hand. I was thoroughly confused at the turn of events. I had no clue what I said that set her off. “I’m not trying to mother you. You’re my family. I care what happens to you.”
That took some of the wind out of her sails. Her shoulders visibly relaxed and she took a deep breath. “Look, I’m just in a shitty mood right now, okay. I must be premenstrual or something. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
I went to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, it’s all good. Just don’t be mad at me, okay? I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
She hugged me back tightly. “I’m not mad. I’m just gonna go home. I’m not really in a margarita kind of mood anymore.” I knew she wasn’t okay, but I also knew if I pushed her any further, this thing would go from bad to worse. So I just let her go. Standing in my driveway, I watched her taillights disappear around the corner wondering to myself just what the hell was going on with the people in my life.
The next morning I was standing at the counter at Virgie May’s, stocking the pastry cabinet when I felt a pair of arms come around my waist and a body bang into my back. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” Savannah spoke into my back, squeezing tightly. This was just one of the many reasons why I loved her so much. We both hated it when our relationship was strained in any way. We loved each other so much that I wasn’t surprised she was hugging me and apologizing less than twenty four hours later.
“I was a bitch and I hate fighting with you,” she continued.
I reached behind me and wrapped my arms around her as best I could and squeezed her back. “We aren’t fighting. It was just a little disagreement. And if you keep calling my best friend a bitch, I’ll kick your ass.”
We released each other, and I turned to face her. “We cool?” she asked.
“We’re always cool. And I promise I
“Well, what the hell did you expect me to do? Did you see him the other night? He’s never talked to me like that before. Hand to God, Emmy. I about had an orgasm when he went all alpha like that.” It was another classic example of Savannah acting without thinking about the repercussions.
“Ugh. You’re sick, you know that? You’ve got serious problems.”
“ Admit it! !” she screeched.
“Fine!” I admitted in defeat. I threw myself back down on my lounge chair and crossed my arms over my chest indignantly. “It might have been just a little sexy seeing him go all he-man on your ass.”
“Thank you!”
“Savannah,” I started, getting very serious. This wasn’t a joking matter. “You’re going to break that man. You know how he feels about you. Keeping him on a string like this is just cruel. You can’t keep giving him false hope, sweetie.”
“I’m not stringing him along,” she demanded.
“You are…”
Before I could finish my sentence, she was on her feet and sliding into her flip flops. “Why don’t you just stay out of my shit and take care of your own, Emmy! This is none of your business.”
I jumped up and followed after her as she headed to the gate leading to my driveway. I couldn’t let her leave mad. “Wait a minute. I didn’t mean to upset you, Van. I’m just worried.”
“I don’t need you worrying about me, Emmy. I’m a grown-ass woman and I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. You’re not my mother.”
She was at her car with her keys in her hand. I was thoroughly confused at the turn of events. I had no clue what I said that set her off. “I’m not trying to mother you. You’re my family. I care what happens to you.”
That took some of the wind out of her sails. Her shoulders visibly relaxed and she took a deep breath. “Look, I’m just in a shitty mood right now, okay. I must be premenstrual or something. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
I went to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, it’s all good. Just don’t be mad at me, okay? I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
She hugged me back tightly. “I’m not mad. I’m just gonna go home. I’m not really in a margarita kind of mood anymore.” I knew she wasn’t okay, but I also knew if I pushed her any further, this thing would go from bad to worse. So I just let her go. Standing in my driveway, I watched her taillights disappear around the corner wondering to myself just what the hell was going on with the people in my life.
The next morning I was standing at the counter at Virgie May’s, stocking the pastry cabinet when I felt a pair of arms come around my waist and a body bang into my back. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” Savannah spoke into my back, squeezing tightly. This was just one of the many reasons why I loved her so much. We both hated it when our relationship was strained in any way. We loved each other so much that I wasn’t surprised she was hugging me and apologizing less than twenty four hours later.
“I was a bitch and I hate fighting with you,” she continued.
I reached behind me and wrapped my arms around her as best I could and squeezed her back. “We aren’t fighting. It was just a little disagreement. And if you keep calling my best friend a bitch, I’ll kick your ass.”
We released each other, and I turned to face her. “We cool?” she asked.
“We’re always cool. And I promise I
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