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“No, not really anyway. We’re… friends with benefits, I guess. Except I haven’t exactly gotten to the benefits portion of our friendship.”

“With that kind of text you haven’t gotten there? Well, now that I think about it, he is asking.”

“She,” Savannah corrected.

Kyla’s eyes widened in surprise but with a mischief in them still. “I stand corrected. How did this even happen?”

“I don’t know.” Savannah brushed her fingers through her hair. “And we’ve been trying to find a time to get together for two weeks now, and we haven’t managed it. Forrest’s been no help, and it’s not like I’m going to tell him why I want him to stick to the custody schedule for once in his damn life.”

“Yeah, that’s not a good idea.” Kyla waggled her eyebrows. “So you’re getting back into dating. Conrad swore he’d never see the day.”

“I’m not dating her. We’re just… attempting… to find some physical relief. If we can ever find a moment.”

Kyla chuckled as she stretched her arms over her head. “I can’t believe you’re actually trying to go on a date.”

“Again, it’s not a date.”

“Do you want me to call it a one-night stand?”

“No. It’s not that either.” Savannah shook her head wildly. “It’s more like Netflix and chill but for old people.”

Kyla dissolved into a fit of giggles. “You mean making whoopee?”

“I am not that old!” Savannah slapped her hand lightly against Kyla’s shoulder. “And neither is Fallon.”

“Is she older than you?”

Savannah nodded. “Ten years.”

“My, my, my.” Kyla had never seemed more pleased in her life. “What am I going to do with you, Savannah? It’s like you’ve gone back to high school and are finally having your wild life of living on the edge.”

“I can’t even with you.”

“You love me.”

“Of course I do.” The mood sobered, and Savannah had to blink rapidly to stop the tears from filling her eyes. She’d never thought she’d be here. Conrad was gone, and she couldn’t ask him for advice anymore. He’d never liked Forrest. What if he didn’t like Fallon?

“Oh, hon.” Kyla reached forward and squeezed Savannah’s hand. “I’ll beat her up if she’s a meanie. Heck, I’ll get Junior to do it. He’d gladly step into that role.”

Savannah shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s not quite the same.”

“I know. It’ll never be the same again.” Kyla gave her a sad smile, but it was genuine. Savannah clung onto that thought. They were in this together. Not blood, not by marriage anymore, but brought together by a man they both loved deeply, with everything they were.

“It won’t,” Savannah said through more tears. “But it’ll be good again, at some point, it’ll be good.”

“Yeah.” Kyla reached over and wrapped her arms around Savannah’s shoulders, whispering, “And if someone’s getting laid, you deserve it more.”

Laughing again, Savannah backed away. She cleared her face of tears as her phone buzzed again.

Fallon:I hope that wasn’t too forward of me.

“You better answer her before she thinks she went and did something wrong.”

Letting out a snort, Savannah opened the app.

Savannah:It wasn’t. I’m with my sister-in-law. And yes, your face buried between my legs sounds like a dream.

She was smiling when she set her phone down. She shivered and closed her eyes again. What had gotten into her? Ever since Fallon had said she’d be willing to try some sort of sexual relationship, Savannah hadn’t been able to stop thinking about sex. She’d had so many dreams of Fallon naked, Fallon kissing, Fallon demanding, Fallon begging, Fallon, Fallon, Fallon, and here she was, hanging out with Kyla and her nieces and nephews and dreaming once again of a woman she hadn’t even touched yet.