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“It’s not always a good experience,” Fallon commented, pushing a piece of food between her lips as she chewed.

“It’s not, but overall I think it’s a worthwhile experience. Conrad and I were super close. Then again, twins usually are.”

Fallon paused, her hand frozen on its way to her mouth. “I didn’t realize you were twins.”

Savannah nodded. “Yeah. And he was older, since everyone asks that.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Still, admit it, you were curious.” Savannah eyed Fallon carefully, watching every nuanced change in her body language and face.

Fallon gave no indication that she truly was curious about that question. But Savannah was so used to answering it that she couldn’t stop herself from anticipating.

“You know what I am curious about.” Fallon eyed Savannah over the rim of her glass. “If you were to make me a mixed drink, what exactly would you make me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you have a preference on alcohol?” The words were out of Savannah’s lips before she could stop herself. This tug and pull from serious to easy conversation was exactly what she’d needed. It allowed her to touch on her grief, remember something good, and then dragged her right back into the reality of the moment she was currently living in. It was perfect. Whether Fallon had planned it that way or not, this was exactly what she’d needed so many times in the past. Why couldn’t anyone else provide that?

“What do you have?”

“What do I…” Savannah trailed off, her brain working double time to catch up. “What do you meanwhat do I have?”

“At your place.”

“Are you inviting yourself over to my apartment?” Savannah’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She was back to theconfident and flirtatious Fallon. Savannah’s head was doing her in. Her heart couldn’t stop the flutter. Just what exactly was next?

“What type of alcohol do you have?”

“Just about everything.” Savannah leaned in, placing her hand on the table. “Are you serious?”

Fallon lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug, her lips still playing at a tender smile that Savannah longed to see more of. She seemed so icy, so perfectly put together most of the time, that she was pretty sure Fallon wouldn’t ever break. Except now there were cracks.

Was Fallon enjoying herself just as much as Savannah was?

“I don’t have Brinley tonight, so it’d be a perfect night to come over.”

“Is that an invitation?” Fallon finished her second glass of wine as the waiter came to clear her plate.

That had been smooth. Savannah had barely even noticed that Fallon had done it. Yes, she’d been bold initially, but now Savannah had all but issued the invitation. And she didn’t want to take it back. “What would we talk about?”

“Anything you want,” Fallon responded.

Savannah’s heart tripled its rate for one quick moment before it plummeted.This isn’t a date!Savannah had to remember that, because she wasn’t here for that. She was here for friendship—something that they could find together in their shared grief. Something that Savannah had struggled to find with anyone else, and something she absolutely couldn’t burden Kyla with.

“Then yes,” Savannah whispered. “Come back to my place, and I’ll make you whatever drink you want.”

“That’s not what we agreed to.” Fallon shifted in her seat, leaning in and making sure that Savannah was looking directlyat her. “We agreed that you would make me a drink of your choice.”

“All right. I can do that.”

“Good.” Fallon pursed her lips and waved the waiter down. She smoothly slid her card over to pay for the meal. “Text me your address.”

“What?” Savannah blinked twice. Was she losing her mind?

“Text me your address.”

Shaking, Savannah pulled her phone out of her clutch and did as she was told. Fallon glanced at her phone and nodded toward Savannah. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“What?”