Rosehall?
Savannah blinked, though she wasn't sure why she was surprised at how much her sister knew. After all, Neva had always been the stronger of the two of them when it came to telepathy. Just how much have you been reading my mind of late?
Neva's laughter swam through her mind, as warm as summer sunshine. Not much. Certainly not when it started getting interesting.
Just as well, or I'd have to warn the pups their mom is a perv.
Neva's amusement deepened momentarily, and then fell away. What about Mom and Dad?
Savannah blew out a mental breath. I haven't warned them yet.
You've been avoiding it.
Yes. Although she wasn't ashamed of her actions at Rosehall, her dad would be. And as contradictory as it was, especially since she'd gone to Rosehall in rebellion against her dad's rules, she didn't want to lose his respect. Rosehall was a long time ago, and the rebellion that had driven her there had long ago died.
Hadn't it?
I'll talk to them later tonight, she continued, trying to ignore the thought that maybe the problems she'd had with her father were no deader than the wildness. That like the wildness, they'd merely been buried. It might be wise for them to get out of town for a while.
Dad's never going to do that willingly.
Whatever his faults, he loves Mom. He'll do it for her.
I hope you're taking similar precautions with your own safety.
Ronan's looking into it.
That man is such a gem.
And one she loved, but not in the way he deserved to be loved. He was right in seeking an ending now. The simple truth was they were both using the other as a crutch, finding shelter in the safety of each other's arms rather than going out and facing life again. She was going to miss that particular closeness with him, there was no doubt about it, and yet part of her rejoiced.
Maybe, after ten long years, she was finally ready to face love again.
But was she, for all her tough words, ready to face up to Cade and everything he'd done—and everything she'd done? Because there was no doubt she had to do both of those if she wanted to move past the hurt.
But moving past him was the one stumbling point.
Could she really do it? Move past all he'd meant to her and just get on with her life?
She didn't know. But maybe it was time to at least try. If Cade's arrival had shown her one thing, it was the fact that she could no longer drift along in life. She was content in her working life, but she wanted the whole enchilada.
She wanted what Neva now had.
A man who loved her. A man who would go to his grave loving her. A man who she could share the ups and downs of life with, have children with.
But are you ready to fight for all that? Neva asked softly. Like you forced me to fight for it?
Savannah frowned. What do you mean?
You once loved Cade—perhaps you still do. What if the reason you haven't moved on is the fact that your heart doesn't want to? What if Cade is the one?
He doesn't love me, Neva. He never did. I was just an interesting means to an end.
That's not what I asked.
No. She paused. And I guess the answer is, I don't know.
Then you'd better start deciding before he walks out of your life a second time.