From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 489

Chapter 278: Hand Them Over

Roman

I didn’t know whether to call it a curse or some sick cosmic joke.

Every woman I had ever loved–every woman I had stood beside at an

altar, sworn myself to, imagined a future with–always ended up

having a soft spot for Reese.

First, her. Now Sav.

Fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic.

Reese Blackwood: bad boy, faulty moral compass, the brother who

was loyal to everyone without question. The one women gravitated

toward. The one women defended without hesitation. As if he needed

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I was still standing far too close to Savannah, crowding her space deliberately, using my height the way I always did when I wanted to remind someone exactly who they were dealing with. Her back brushed the wall, and I could feel the tension radiating off her in

waves.

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“Go on, Sav,” I said quietly. “Tell me.”

She blinked up at me, clearly flustered, then took a step back–only to

realize there was nowhere left to go. The wall stopped her cold.

“Tell you what?” she asked.

I leaned in, just enough for her to feel it. “What you’re going to do if I

don’t apologize to my brother.”

Her breath hitched. I noticed everything. Always had. I moved closer,

slowly and intentionally, until there was barely an inch of space

between us. Her eyes dropped to my chest instead of meeting my gaze, and despite myself, amusement flickered through me.

How freaking adorable.

She looked around like she was searching for the right words,

frustration knitting her brows together.

Then–unexpectedly–she slapped my arm. Not hard. Not aggressive. But enough to snap my attention back to her.

“Stop it,” she said. “Stop messing with my head. And stop trying to intimidate me with your height. That’s bullying, Roman.”

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Bullying. The word caught me off guard.

I laughed before I could stop myself. “Bullying?” I repeated. “That’s a

new one.”

She sighed, clearly exasperated. Her cheeks were flushed now,

whether from anger or proximity, I wasn’t sure. Probably both.

“I’m serious,” she said. “Reese is a good person. He doesn’t deserve to

be treated this way by-”

“Fine,” I cut in sharply. The word came out faster than I intended.

Too fast.

I didn’t want to hear another word about him. Not in our bedroom.

Not from her lips. It irritated me more than it should have, this easy

way she spoke about him, defended him, as if his place in her life was

already secure.

“You win,” I added, quieter. “I’ll apologize to him. Whatever makes

you happy.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “You will?”

“And stop talking about him,” I muttered. “It irritates me when you

speak so freely about other men.”

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She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “He’s your

brother.”

“Never stopped anybody,” I replied.

Before she could respond, I pressed a kiss to her forehead–gentle,

instinctive, grounding. Her breath caught sharply. Her hands came up

immediately, resting against my chest. Not pushing me away. Not

pulling me closer either.

”

“Roman-‘

“I know,” I murmured, cutting her off as I dipped my head, breathing

her in.

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