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Savannah’s breath left her in an instant as she was overcome with her orgasm, made clean from the trepidation that had filled her so much before, from the worry and fear, from the problems she faced—if only for this brief moment. When she fell to Fallon’s side, one leg cast over hers, those pains and worries seeped back into her just as she knew they should.

“I didn’t expect this when I showed up tonight,” Fallon played her fingers over Savannah’s thigh, tickling her lightly.

“I didn’t expect you to come tonight at all.”

Fallon snorted lightly, which was the only sign Savannah noticed of her innuendo. “Next time I’ll be more prepared.”

“Next time?” Savannah teased. “You sure this isn’t a one-time only thing again? Maybe go back to our previous arrangement?”

“No.” Fallon snagged Savannah’s chin lightly and pulled their faces close. “No, we’re not going back to what we were. I’m not sure we ever could.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Savannah grinned broadly. “Because I don’t want to go back either.”

“Never,” Fallon agreed, bringing Savannah’s hand to her lips. “We’ve been through too much for that.”

“Absolutely.” Savannah moved quickly, kissing Fallon. She wanted to keep falling into Fallon’s arms over and over again, all night. She didn’t want to leave unless she had to, and she certainly didn’t want to give up this monumental moment. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Thank God.”

thirty-one

This time when Fallon knocked on Savannah’s door, excitement coursed through her. She’d only left early the previous morning to go home and change for work, but she’d left with a promise that she’d be back Tuesday night. With full intentions of staying again.

As soon as the door opened and she saw Savannah’s smiling face, Fallon pulled her close. “Hi.”

“Hi back.” Savannah grinned up at her as their lips touched.

Squeaking, Savannah dragged Fallon down and melded their mouths together. She tangled their tongues, holding onto Fallon so tightly that Fallon was sure she would never let go. And Fallon wasn’t surprised that she was okay with that. She wanted to be right here in this embrace.

When a door closed down the hall, Fallon jerked back. Savannah’s eyes were wide, but the smile was still on her lips.

“If I told you that I was a little afraid of being alone in the kitchen with Brinley, would you think worse of me?” Fallon’s eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Why are you scared of a kid?”

“She asks really pointed questions.” Fallon backed up slightly, putting more space between them so that Brinleywouldn’t see anything she shouldn’t see. The one thing they had done well so far was to keep all of that out of Brinley’s sight. And they hadn’t talked about their future specifically or whether or not to talk with Brinley about their relationship, or what their relationship even looked like.

Fallon assumed they would be committed to each other but they still hadn’t defined it. And that weighed on her more than she thought it should. She wanted a definition.

But she hadn’t talked to Athena about it yet, hadn’t added that complication into the lawsuit or the working relationship going forward.

“Fallon?” Brinley squealed, excitement echoing into Fallon’s ears. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Didn’t your mom tell you I was coming tonight? You told me the wrong day.”

“I know! I forgot I’d be at my dad’s, and he wouldn’t let me text Mom.”

“He wouldn’t what?” Savannah’s brow creased.

Brinley froze, the excitement replaced instantly by fear. “Let me text you.”

Savannah’s frown was deep, and the moment was instantly riddled with tension. Fallon looked from Savannah to Brinley and back again. She put her hand out and waited for Brinley to take it. “Why don’t we get started on your Mother’s Day gift, and your mom can make that phone call she needs to make?”

“What call?” Brinley asked.

Fallon didn’t look at her though. She looked at Savannah and nodded sharply. “To her new friend, Kevin. Actually, Kevin is my boss’s friend.”

Walking down the hallway with Brinley in tow, Fallon took a turn into the kitchen. It was cleaner than it had been the day before, the dishes put away and the counters scrubbed. “Did your mom do this or did you?”