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my bedroom. Clothes were strewn over my bed and spilling out of my suitcase, and my frustration levels of what to wear was skyrocketing with every second that ticked by.
    “You should get changed back into the top you were wearing earlier. The guys will love it.”
    “I saw Tate,” I spilled without consequence.
    “What? Where? How?”
    “He was at the office when I turned up. He and Mr. Davenport were in a somewhat heated conversation about me. He didn’t say a word to me and left.”
    “Shit!” Lucas sat beside me and grabbed my hand tenderly. God, it was great to have my best friend back. “He is waiting for you to make the first move.”
    I shook my head while my mind filled with memories of Tate and me. I missed him. There wasn’t any doubt about that, but could I really get the images of him and Chelsea out of my head?
    “I should get ready if I am getting kidnapped and taken to the apartment.” I smiled slightly and grabbed my new maternity skinnies and a shirt that was snug against my stomach. “I will just change and I’ll be good to go.”
    “Put back on the top you were wearing before,” he repeated.
    I rolled my eyes in his direction but couldn’t help but smile. “You really need to stop checking out my boobs.” I looked down at the top I had just put on and smirked. “If you think the shirt I wore before was good, just wait ‘til you see the one I’m wearing now.”
    “I doubt that very much.”
    I pulled open my makeup bag, applied my favorite lip gloss, and swiped my favorite bronzer over my cheeks. I could be girly when I wanted, but this was my go-to make up application—a bit of gloss, a spritz of perfume, a swipe of bronzer, and a lashing of mascara and I was good to go. Satisfied with how I looked, I moved back into the bedroom to find Lucas reading the latest copy of Beautify I’d left on my bedside table.
    I coughed softly to grab his attention. “So what do you think?”
    Lucas’s eyes lifted from the magazine and nearly popped out of his face. “Fuck me dead, Savannah. You can’t just lay that on a guy. I’m sorry, I am not your boyfriend, and it is probably not my place to say this. Actually, I know it’s not my place, but girl, the thoughts going through my head right now would cause Tate to fucking kill me.” His smile filled up his face and I shook my head at him, knowing full well that my cheeks were flushing.
    “Well I think I’ll take that as a good sign. Can we please just go and get this over and done with?”

Tate
    I COULDN’T concentrate on anything but the thought of seeing Savannah. She looked stunning. My thoughts flickered back to the instant my eyes had landed on her, standing there in that gorgeous and quite revealing top that allowed my eyes to enjoy the treat of seeing her newly enhanced boobs. And fuck, her stomach was perfection. The shield that offered protection to my child.
    “What’s up with you, man?” Jack’s slurred words soared through the air as he pushed a beer into my empty hand.
    Shaking my head, I slammed back the beer and tried to distract myself and move away from Jacks inquisitive mind. This was not a conversation I wanted to have with a highly intoxicated Jack.
    The craziness of the apartment should have taken over every sound floating through my mind, but all I could hear was that sexy Australian accent that made me fall to my knees. Fuck, it had been too long. I wanted her in my arms. I wanted her in our bed. My need to explain was first and foremost. I needed her to listen to me as I spoke nothing but the truth to her—one last chance, one last shot. Savannah had always told me that she could tell if I was telling the truth by my eyes, and my eyes were now ready to show her that she was it. There was no one else.
    My head swung towards the front door as I heard the familiar squeak as it opened. My breath caught in the back of my throat, and the feeling of my heart stopping mid-beat hit me. Lucas stepped through with