Chapter Seven
It was a bit of a let-down to find the place wasn’t packed. Sure, there were lots of people at the pub, but no more than any other Saturday night. Despite Savannah’s mixed feelings toward Chris, she wanted his gig to go well.
The stage was set but Chris’s band hadn’t taken it yet. A hostess in a short plaid skirt and clunky black boots showed them to a booth along the side wall. There were tables closer to the stage, but Savannah wasn’t sure she wanted Chris to see her.
Why? Did she not want Chris to know she’d shown up after he invited Stacy to be Little Miss Roadie? Or did Savannah not want Chris to see her with Eric? She wasn’t sure yet. In fact, ever since Eric had come to stay, Savannah felt like her life had gone topsy-turvy. Everything she’d wanted before,
