From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382

Chapter 217: Favorite Sibling?

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Savannah is lying flat on her stomach beside me, her legs kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. The black bikini she’s wearing is completely illegal–not because it’s revealing, but because I can’t look anywhere else when she’s in it. Her hair is tied in a messy bun, a few strands brushing her shoulders as the breeze picks them up.

Her phone is balanced on her palms like she’s holding some sacred relic.

“Favourite word?” she asks out of nowhere.

I don’t think. I don’t need to. The answer is already carved into my bones. “Savannah.”

She looks at me over her shoulder, lips twitching into a slow, satisfied smile. “That was smooth, Roman.

Very smooth.”

I shrug like it wasn’t intentional. “I’m being sincere, my love.”

“Favourite color?” She asks again.

Again. I don’t think. “Yellow.”

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the smile. “Okay, Romeo. Next question.”

After the morning we’d had–the kind that leaves your muscles sore and your heartbeat a little too erratic -she wanted the rest of the day on the beach. Just us. No interruptions. No drama, No horrible shadows

creeping in to ruin what little peace we manage to steal

I didn’t object. I wouldn’t object to anything she asked for today. All I want is time with her. Just her,

Just… us.

She scrolls. “Who was your favourite parent while growing up?”

“My mom,” I answer without hesitation. “She was the cool one. The one who let us have a little fun. My

father has always had a stick up his ass.”

She snorts, loud and unfiltered–a sound I’ve come to like far too much. “Alright,” she says, scrolling again.

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“Next question-”

“Another one?” I groan. “Don’t you know all this already?”

“Shh.” She nudges my thigh with her foot. “You’re spoiling the game. You’re supposed to answer everything truthfully.”

“I am answering truthfully.”

“Good.” She clears her throat dramatically. “What’s a motto you live by every day?”

I take a sip of my beer, thinking about it. The words come out easier than I expect. “I am my only competition.”

Her mouth falls open as she stares at me like I just declared myself a deity. “How arrogant.”

I laugh. “It’s not exactly a lie, is it?”

She shakes her head with mock disappointment. “Cocky”

“Truthful.” I correct.

“Whatever.” She scrolls again. “Favourite sibling?”

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Ah. That one.

I pause, letting the breeze fill the space between us for a moment. “That’s kinda hard, Sav.”

She props her chin on her wrist, eyes glittering with curiosity. “I’m curious.”

“Okay. First things first, there’s a lot of us. A whole lot ”

“How many?”

“You’ll find out when we get to-”

She narrows her eyes. I can practically hear the warning bells ringing. “Cut the bullshit, Roman. Just tell

me already.”

I sigh. “Eight.”

She shoots upright like someone zapped her. “What? You have six other siblings besides Ryan and Reese?”

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Her voice jumps an octave. “What the actual-?”

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I run a hand through my hair, wishing this wasn’t the kind of conversation that needed to happen like this. “Yes. That’s why I wanted you to see for yourself. It’s… lot to take in.”

“A lot?” she repeats, stunned. “Roman, this is madness. How do all of you live under the same roof without killing each other? I grew up with just Chloe and Alyssa and we practically declared war daily. How do eight of you not rip each other’s hair out?”

I laugh because she’s not wrong. “Believe it or not, we get along pretty well. Well… most of us do.” I correct myself, remembering one who isn’t very friendly “And it helps that we didn’t all grow up together. That would’ve been a nightmare.”

She shakes her head, amazed. “Wow. That explains so much.” She sits back, studying me like she’s trying to imagine me squeezed into a house with eight siblings. Cod.

“My father is embarrassing, isn’t he?”

“Can I ask,” she says carefully, “how many women? Aside from your mother.”

“Two. He had kids with two other women.”

“Oh.” She nods slowly. “So that makes three mothers total. Interesting.”

“Interesting?” I echo, amused.

“Yeah. Like a math problem I wasn’t prepared for.” She waves her phone. “So how many siblings from your

mom? Like blood siblings. Not half–siblings.”

“Four. Ryan, Reese, Rhys, and River.”

She repeats the names softly, like she’s testing how the feel on her tongue, It’s cute as hell and it warms

something in my chest I didn’t expect.

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