From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 269

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 269**

“Can you two please stop behaving like children?” I couldn’t help it; my voice emerged sharper than I had intended, but at that moment, I felt no remorse. The incessant bickering was driving me to the brink of madness. “Reese, enough already. What are your terms?”

He raised two fingers, a sly grin spreading across his face. “First condition: I’m moving in. I’ll be here for as long as it takes. You know, to fine-tune the instrument.”

Savannah’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What?! You’re moving here? With us? Absolutely not.” She turned to me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Roman, you can’t agree to this.”

I remained silent, observing Reese closely, waiting for the inevitable second part of his proposal.

“And number two,” he said, lowering his fingers deliberately, “your fiancée makes me this incredible sandwich every morning.”

Savannah’s expression twisted in utter disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What? It’s the best thing I’ve eaten all week.”

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face in exasperation. Of course, only Reese could turn a situation like this into a breakfast negotiation.

Savannah threw her hands up in frustration. “You can’t be serious, Roman. He is not staying here!”

Reese flopped back onto the couch, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. “Oh, come on, sister-in-law. Think of it as… family bonding. You, me, and your brooding fiancé. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Plenty,” I muttered under my breath.

I knew all too well how many things could spiral out of control with the three of us under one roof. History had a nasty way of repeating itself. Another person I had fallen for could easily end up in Reese’s bed, just like before. I felt the urge to say no, to put an end to this madness before it even began.

But then, a nagging part of me hesitated. This wasn’t just about Penelope; it felt like a test for Savannah. I know, it sounds insane. Yet, a part of me was deeply curious to see if she would repeat the same mistakes that Dahlia had made.

Savannah looked back and forth between us, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. “You’re actually considering this?”

I met her gaze, seeing the fury etched on her face, but beneath that anger, I sensed something else—fear, perhaps. She understood the kind of chaos Reese could unleash. She had heard the stories.

I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm brewing within me. “It’s temporary, my love.”

Reese’s grin widened. “Music to my ears.”

Savannah rolled her eyes, turning away from us, muttering under her breath, “This is insane. I can’t believe it.”

Reese leaned back comfortably, stretching his arms along the backrest of the couch. “You’ll barely notice I’m here.”

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He smirked, feigning hurt. “You wound me again, sister-in-law.”

“Call me that one more time, and I’ll—”

“Both of you, stop,” I snapped, feeling my patience wearing thin. “Reese, I swear, if you even look at her the wrong way—”

She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I hate this. I hate this.”

Once he was out of the room, she turned to me, her eyes ablaze with worry. “Roman, this is a disaster waiting to happen. You know what he’s like. You can’t control him.”

I met her glare evenly, feeling the weight of her concerns. “I don’t need to control him. I just need him to do the job. And I need you to stay focused.”

Her voice dropped, sharp and low. “And what happens when he turns it into something else? When he drags us all down with him?”

I didn’t have an answer. Deep down, I had already wrestled with that very question.

She sighed, sinking onto the couch, frustration radiating off her like heat from a fire. “You always do this. Don’t act surprised when he burns everything to the ground.”

My jaw tightened, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “This time will be different.”

Savannah laughed bitterly, disbelief etched on her face. “You actually believe that?”

I glanced toward the door where Reese had disappeared, forcing a calm demeanor that I didn’t truly feel. “I have to.”

Because if I didn’t hold onto that belief, I would have to confront the reality of what I had just done—I had unleashed a wildfire within my own home.

And deep down, I wasn’t sure any of us would emerge from this unscathed.