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a moment in her soul, in her thoughts, and in her memories.
    “What about that chick that was all over Tate in Vegas?” Jack laughed, chugging back his beer, totally oblivious to what a statement like that would do to a highly volatile situation.
    Sav’s eyes flew to Jack’s as the color drained from his face as guilt swamped him.
    “Nice one, dickhead,” Lucas growled beside Savannah before turning to her protectively.
    Without a second thought, I rushed towards her and grabbed her hand in mine. Screw the ‘don’t touch her’ rule. “It’s not like that, Sav.”
    She snatched her hand from mine and her eyes went blank as she looked at me. “It’s not like I have any say about what and who you do anymore, Tate.”
    Tension-filled silence drowned the air.
    “Are you really going to sit there and say that?” I felt my frustration levels rising by the second, and it didn’t help that I had a stomach full of alcohol. “Do you really think I would fuck around on you? Do you honestly think that little of me that I would fuck some random chick in Vegas while my pregnant girlfriend is on the other side of the country? Do you really think that low of me?”
    Tanzi’s gasp filled the air. Savannah’s eyes fired into mine and the strength of her face didn’t falter.
    “I don’t know what I think, Tate. I can’t think of anything but the video I saw. That’s the only thing I see when I close my eyes at night and it’s the only thing I have thought about for the past two months.” Her eyes suddenly left mine and dropped to the hem of her shirt, which she was now playing with. “But you know what? You can screw whoever the hell you want.”
    You have got to me kidding me. “Look at me, Savannah,” I growled.
    “Tate, just shut up. I can’t look at you because as soon as I do you will suck me in again. You will do that thing where you dive so deep into my soul and rip it apart. You will read every single thought that is running through my mind. That’s why I can’t look at you.”
    “Look at me so you can see what I can’t seem to say to you.”
    “Tate, there is nothing that needs to be said.”
    I took a step towards her so that there was barely an inch between us, my voice lowering. “Like fuck there isn’t.”
    Suddenly Savannah stood from the couch in front of me, rushed through the apartment towards the balcony, and disappeared through the glass door and out of view. I had pushed her too far.
    “I’ll go and sort her out,” Lucas said, giving me a nod and following in the direction of Sav. Tanzi offered me a weak smile and Jack remained silent, guilt still evident on his face.
    I couldn’t just sit there.
    I walked towards the balcony and stopped as I heard the soft echo of Sav’s and Lucas’s voices. Nausea rolled within me, my stomach flip-flopping as I feared what I might overhear.
    “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Savannah?” I swallowed hard, awaiting Sav’s reply. “Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong?”
    “Oh, you know, just your typical Savannah saga… I go to New York, I lose my boyfriend, I come home to find out that some skank was all over him in Las Vegas, and I am getting fat and none of my clothes fit me anymore. It’s like I am in some screwed-up soap opera.”
    “You haven’t lost him.”
    Good on you, Lucas. Tell her what she wouldn’t allow me to say.
    “WHAT?! Are you drunk, Lucas? Because that could be the only excuse for your ludicrous statement! Have you not heard about the video that was shown to me of my boyfriend with his dick down the throat of slut-mole Chelsea?”
    “You and I both know that video wasn’t new.”
    “And how would you know that, Lucas? Enlighten me.”
    “If you gave Tate two minutes to talk to you, he would tell you.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Savannah Maree Rae, you and Tate are not over. You are just both as stubborn as fuck and won’t talk. I feel sorry for your spawn. He or she is going to have hard-as-nails