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So awful slid into Savannah’s joy

She resisted it as hard as she could, threw up all kinds of walls and doors and locks Please, she thought, trying to hug the ht to herself Just let me have this

“Look at you,” Juliette said, flinging a hand out at her “Singing Van Morrison, looking like a cat that’s found the creaar pie, isn’t it?”

Savannah dropped the dish on the counter “What’s your point?” she asked, tugging the neckline of her robe higher

“You slept with him, didn’t you?”

“No, I did not” Savannah blinked, though soht felt rooman, Juliette I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need it It’s okay” She slow It had been eight years—couldn’t a wo an uproar?

“It’s okay?” Juliette asked, her hazel eyes wide She shook her head “Savannah, I hate to tell you this, but I got an e-e, and thathere—is lying to you”

An icy shower of dread ran over her and the joy couldn’t hold out This was all too fa sour in her stomach, did she have to make the same mistake twice?

“What are you saying?” she asked, as the cold seeped past her muscles and into her bones

“Whoever that man is, he isn’t Matt Howe There is no Matt Howe”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“WHAT?” SHE ASKED, pushing herself down onto her feet, stu was suddenly numb Cold

Juliette reached out to grab her elbow but Savannah jerked away She didn’t want to be touched Not now

“What are you saying?”