Chapter Nine
Savannah
Rome leaves with Denver, making some sly remark about buying a jogging stroller.
“Rome is going to kick his ass soon,” I remark, shutting the door to Liam’s house.
He’s cleaning up the kitchen and I go in to pick up my computer off the breakfast bar.
“I know. Hopefully Denver’s over his jokes before the wedding otherwise, I fear the cake table might collapse when those two go at it.” Liam would be a man after my own heart. He’s wiping down the counters and cleaning out the blender from his smoothie. He’s neat, and I begrudgingly like that about him.
“Maybe I should say something.”
He turns off the water, grabs a paper towel to dry his hands. “No, you have enough to deal with. I’ll do it.”
“Thanks.”
My stomach is still queasy with the thought of seeing Holly’s
