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Fallon was unmovable. Why was Savannah even trying anymore? She should just give up. Except if Athena took on the case, they were going to have to see each other far more often. Savannah was already going to have to talk to Fallon to send files over and make her next appointment, so there was no denying that they were going to be in each other’s circle. It would be better for everyone if this was resolved.
“Fallon,” Athena’s firm voice startled Savannah.
She turned around, finding Athena leaning against the doorway and giving Fallon the stare down now.
“Why don’t you go to the wine bar you’ve been wanting to try and actually listen to what Ms. Logan has to say?”
Fallon parted her lips like she was going to protest, but Athena cut her off.
“Now. You’re done for the day.”
Savannah looked at the clock on the wall finding it was just after five. Fallon wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. She stood up, snagging her purse loudly while she grabbed her jacket from the metal tree right behind her desk.
“Fine. But you’re buying.”
Was that a demand aimed at Athena or Savannah?
Savannah dashed her gaze from Fallon to Athena, spluttering when she realized the demand was at her. “Oh, right, yeah. Absolutely. My treat.” She picked up her tone, trying to make it a happy one.
Fallon dragged her jacket over her shoulders and buttoned it up. “I’ll meet you there.” She walked out without another word.
Savannah stared wide-eyed at Fallon’s back until her brain caught up with her feet. She reached the door and turned around to look at Athena again. “Uh… where am I going?”
Laughing, Athena shook her head. “MILF Wine.”
three
Fallon had a glass of wine in front of her before Savannah even showed up. Pressing the glass to her lips, Fallon eyed Savannah over the brim as the harried woman in question made her way into the room. Had Fallon really thrown her off that much in the short time they’d known each other?
If she had, Savannah deserved it.
It was payback for the way she’d thrown Fallon off at the cemetery.
“Sorry. Finding a place to park was rough.” Savannah grinned as she slid a small hook out of her purse and set it on the edge of the table before hanging her purse from it.
Fallon eyed the entire sequence of events carefully. Savannah seemed to come prepared in her unpreparedness. Fallon had never seen a woman who was more of a conundrum. Saying nothing, she took a long sip of the wine and hummed inwardly. It was a good flavor. Athena had done well to suggest that she come here. She’d wanted to try it ever since she learned what they were building in this space.
“I’m glad you agreed to talk with me,” Savannah started, nervously smoothing her hands over the napkin in front of her.Her lips parted like she was going to say something else, but the waiter interrupted her.
“Can I get you anything?”
“Oh, um…” Savannah’s cheeks pinked. “I don’t normally drink wine. What do you suggest?”
The waiter didn’t seem fazed, much to Fallon’s surprise.
“I can bring you a few samples if you’d like, or you can trust my judgment.”
“I’ll trust you.” Savannah smiled, her eyes wide and open. “I tend to like fruitier and lighter flavors.”
“I have the perfect thing. Be right back.” The waiter skittered off.
Goosebumps rose along Fallon’s arms. She would never trust anyone to just pick her drink based on one quick conversation like that. She would analyze everything before she made a decision, exactly like she had before coming here. How many times had she looked at their wine list online?Too many to countwas the answer.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to scare you at the cemetery.”
Oh, they were back to that. Fallon set her glass down on the table. “I should have recognized your name from the appointment.”
“You were upset. It’s reasonable to think you weren’t in the right frame of mind to make that connection.” Savannah again played her hands over the table. Was it nerves or just habit? Fallon wasn’t sure now.
