From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 473

She checked herself in the mirror and smiled proudly. “God, I look

hot.”

“Smoking hot,” I deadpanned. “Now can we go inside before you start

contouring your cheekbones with my steering wheel?”

She laughed and hopped out of the car. I followed, still clutching that

damned paper bag, trying not to think about what it represented.

Inside, Lizzie kept fussing with her hair and her overall appearance as

we walked through the living room. “Will you cut that out? You look great,” I said, exasperated. “If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind and not

worth your time.”

She smirked. “Thanks, Sav.”

I opened my mouth to reply but froze. Because there he was.

Reese.

Standing by the TV, shirtless, sweaty, and glistening like he’d just walked off the cover of a sports magazine. His hair was pulled into a

messy bun, earphones pulled into his ears, abs on full display as he

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flipped through channels and gulped water straight from the bottle.

Lizzie actually gasped. “Holy shit, I think I just dropped my panties.”

I shot her a look. “Lizzie, behave.”

But Reese’s reflexes were uncanny. Somehow, even with earphones in,

he turned sharply in our direction the moment we stepped into the

room. His eyes caught mine, that signature smirk curving his lips.

He pulled out one earbud, letting it dangle around his neck. “Hello,

Sister–in–law.” His voice had that lazy, teasing drawl that always

managed to get under my skin.

I cleared my throat. “Hello,” I said, doing my best to sound polite-

civilized, even. Mostly for Lizzie’s sake.

His gaze shifted from me to her, taking his time as it traveled slowly,

deliberately, from her head to her toes. He didn’t even hide the way

he looked her over, before that smirk deepened. “Hello.”

Lizzie practically beamed. “Hi! I’m Lizzie.”

Reese’s brow lifted. “I know you.”

Her face lit up like fireworks. “You do?”

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He nodded, grin spreading. “Yes, Elizabeth.”

She blinked. “It’s Lizzie. Everyone calls me Lizzie.”

“I’m not everyone,” he said easily. “And it’s actually Elizabeth, isn’t

it?”

Her voice softened. “Yes.”

“Good then, Elizabeth.” He said her name like he was trying to seduce

her on the spot. And she was gone. Completely gone.

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Lizzie. I’ll just… be in the kitchen.” I made a

quick exit before I had to witness more of that trainwreck.

In the kitchen, I set the paper bag down on the counter with a sigh of

relief. Finally, I now have some space to breathe, clearly not

interested in watching my cousin make fuck–me eyes at my fiancé’s

brother.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, trying to calm my nerves.

But apparently, peace wasn’t on the menu. Because when I turned

around–he was there.

Reese stood by the island, towel now draped around his neck, water

bottle still in hand. And in his other hand-

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My heart dropped.

The paper bag. He was holding it open, eyes fixed on the box inside.

“Reese,” I said, my voice low, already knowing I was too late.

He looked up at me, and that smirk–the one that always looked like

trouble–spread across his face. “Well. Well. Well. Looks like

someone’s been working extra hard at making me an uncle.”

The blood drained from my face. “Put it down. Right now.”

He didn’t move. “Relax, I’m just saying congratulations in advance.”

“It’s not-” My voice cracked. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh?” he asked, circling the island slowly, the box still in his hand.

“Then what is it, Savannah?”

My throat tightened. “It’s nothing. Just–just stress. I’ve been

stressed, okay?”

“Stress,” he repeated, amused. “That’s what they’re calling it now?”

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips. “Reese, please. That’s private.”

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He leaned against the counter, unbothered, eyes gleaming with

wicked amusement. “Private, huh? Then why leave it out in the

open?”

I glared at him. “You’re unbelievable.”

He smirked. “You say that like it’s news.”

For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. The silence was heavy, filled

with everything I didn’t want to say and everything he already knew.

Then, with infuriating calm, he placed the bag back on the island and

took a sip of water.

“You know,” he said casually, “Roman’s been pretty preoccupied lately.

Bet he’d love some good news.”

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