Page 92 of Chasing Savannah

Chapter 29

Daydreaming, Savannah turned in a lazy circle in their new penthouse apartment. Three nights in the arms of her mates and she was acting like a teenager. She sighed and glanced back at the notes she’d taken. Her first tour of the place had her falling in love. She could envision their family here, growing, happy and no amount of doubt would wipe away the image. Anticipation for the project brought a smile to her face.

Carlos hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her not a fixture had been put into place, all awaiting her input. It made her giddy and she felt…spoiled. It was a new feeling. She’d dropped the kids off at school this morning and had wandered the aisles at the paint store for an hour. She’d come back to the penthouse to take measurements. Now that she had them, she’d call the contractor and have them start the projects she envisioned. This afternoon she was visiting one of her favorite showrooms for furniture.

She looked down at her watch and winced. She needed to leave now to make her appointment on time. She rushed to the elevator. She moved back when it stopped on the ninth floor. A woman entered, took a deep inhale and frowned. Savi ignored her as the elevator started its descent. The woman sniffed again and blew out an exasperated breath.

“Are we having a problem?” Savannah didn’t have time to start shit, but it wasn’t in her to ignore someone so obviously seeking attention. Panthers responding to nothing less than directness.

“You’re latent.” The woman’s gaze raked her body with disdain.

“Fifty points for you.” Savannah crossed her arms over her chest.

The woman sniffed. “You really think you could be alpha female?” The bell dinged and the elevator doors opened.

Neither of the women moved.

“You reek of jealousy. Is it a position you fancied for yourself? Bless your heart.” Savannah pushed past her and walked into the parking garage.

“You won’t last past the first challenge.” The woman called after her.

“I’ve been fighting my whole life, honey, bring it.” Savannah gave the woman her back and marched over to where she’d parked her car when she arrived that morning.

She frowned as she didn’t see it. Instead a luxury SUV was in its place. She walked over to the next row, still not seeing her car. A horn blew and the woman she’d dismissed sped past her, close enough to ruffle the long skirt she wore. Savannah suppressed her growl. She’d warned Carlos how the women in the prowl would react. It was one of the reasons she still refused their bite, despite their efforts to change her mind.

Taking another a lap around another row, she frowned and walked over to the guard station. “My car is missing.”

He frowned. “Are you sure, Fela?”

“I’m not alpha yet,” she murmured, looking around. “But yes, I’m sure. I parked it right where that SUV is.”

“Did you try pressing your key fob? Maybe you forgot where you parked.”

She pursed her lips, irritated that she hadn’t thought of that. The encounter with the stupid woman had distracted her. She looked down at the key fob on her key chain and frowned deeper. It was not hers. The key chain was hers. Her son bought her key chains when he went on trips with his father and stepmother. Her favorite two were there dangling.

She pressed the key fob. “What?” She whispered as the SUV’s lights blinked. “That’s not my car.”

“I can call the Felix.” The guard offered.

“Don’t bother.” She narrowed her eyes. It wasn’t a coincidence that the keys were attached to her key chain, especially since she’d used her car this morning. He must’ve changed it when he came up to the penthouse to see what she was doing.

The little sneak.

She stomped to the elevator, and tapped her feet impatiently as it went up two floors to his office. His assistant took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, then smiled at her as she walked in.

“Is he in a meeting?” Savannah growled.

“No, Fela.”

She sighed. “I’m not alpha yet.” She said more to herself as she entered his office.

Having anyone call her Fela already made her nervous and the responsibility settled on her shoulders. She winced as the door nearly slammed into the wall as she pushed it open.

“Where is my car?” She asked him.

He raised an eyebrow and told the person on the other line that he would call them back. He waved her over to him. She crossed her arms and stood in the middle of the room.

“What’s wrong?” He loosened the tie cinched around his neck.