Thanks. Aren't you supposed to be resting?
I was, but Jacci called in sick, and the place was booked out.
Does Duncan know?
Neva's amusement bubbled through Savannah's mind. He's helping the old man cook burgers.
Wonders will never cease. Certainly she'd never expected that Levon would reach even grudging acceptance of her sister's soul mate after only a year. You got a spare table or do I retreat to the kitchen?
Dad will rope you in to help if you do, and it doesn't feel like you're up to that. Come down here.
Savannah wound her way through the tables, smiling so many hellos her cheeks began to ache. Half the town seemed to be in the café tonight. While some small part of her wanted to retreat, mostly she wanted to wrap herself in familiar surroundings and the warmth of family in an effort to ward off the chill of what she would be doing in a few hours. Or rather, who she was going to be doing it with.
Neva was resetting a small table at the far end of the counter. Savannah kissed her sister's cheek, then bent and did the same to her bulging belly.
"How are the brats treating you?” She placed her hands gently on either side of Neva's tummy and smiled when she felt the responding kicks.
Neva grinned. “I've decided they are going to be athletes, because they don't ever seem to stop moving."
"It's their father's fault. The Sinclair pack is known for being extremely active."
Her twin's green eyes sparkled. “You don't have to tell me. How do you think I got pregnant in the first place?"
"Well, if you hadn't been at it like rabbits, you might not have gotten pregnant so quickly."
"True.” Neva's smile certainly didn't suggest she regretted it—quite the opposite, in fact. “You want the usual?"
"Just coffee and some banana-nut bread tonight. Thanks, Sis."
Neva nodded and waddled toward the kitchen. Savannah reached for the newspaper sitting on the counter and got down to the business of catching up on the local news. Ten minutes later, Neva was back with her order, complete with an extra cup for herself.
"So,” she said, sitting, stretching out her legs and wriggling her feet with a sigh of relief. “What's up?"
Savannah smiled. She should have known she couldn't come in here seeking a moment of serenity without her twin sensing something was wrong. She picked up a slice of the rich smelling bread and munched on it as she figured out how best to phrase her question.
"Did you ever regret making that first promise to the moon?"
Neva frowned. “How could I, when I did it to save you?"
"But if you had to do it all again, would you?"
"Yes, because at the time it was my only option.” Neva paused, speculation growing in her eyes. “This is about a promise you made, isn't it? The old history you once mentioned but wouldn't explain?"
She nodded. “Let's just say it's come back to bite me in the rump."
Neva's concern flicked through Savannah's mind. “And you'd rather avoid being bitten again?"
She sighed. “I'm not sure what I want, and that's half the problem.” God, they hadn't even made love, and yet her thoughts were all but consumed by him. She couldn't afford that, not a second time. And certainly not with a murderer running around town.
Neva reached across the table, and wrapped her hand around Savannah's. “Do you like him?"
"Once I did."
"Are you still attracted to him?"
A smile touched her lips as she remembered the heat of his kiss, the way she'd ached to arch into him. “Yes."
"And are you going to dance with him?"