From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 108

**Chapter 70: Will You Take Me Back?**

“Roman, I think—”

“Savannah, please give me a moment. I need to have a discussion with my brother.”

His words sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding, leaving no room for debate. There was an edge to his tone that warned me to remain silent, to step aside. Roman’s hand gripped Reese’s arm with an intensity that suggested he could easily drag him through the entire ballroom without breaking a sweat. His jaw was set, a hardened line that spoke of unyielding resolve, and before I could even process what was happening, they were already striding away, their figures growing smaller as they cut through the throng of elegantly dressed guests.

I stood there, rooted to the polished floor, my mind racing while my body felt like it was encased in ice. I nodded, a mindless gesture that felt utterly foolish since Roman didn’t even spare me a glance over his shoulder.

Reese—oh, cheeky, reckless Reese—was the only one to offer me a fleeting look. He winked at me, as if this entire dramatic exit was merely an elaborate game. “Remember the name’s Reese!” he called out, his voice ringing clear enough to reach the ears of everyone nearby. “In case you meet the other Blackwoods!”

And just like that, they vanished through the imposing double doors, Roman’s broad shoulders parting the crowd like a ship slicing through waves.

The other Blackwoods? My mind raced with questions. So, there are more of them? How many? Just how deep does this family tree run?

The music swelled around me, violins competing with the hum of chatter, but my gaze remained fixated on the now-empty doorway. A hollow ache settled deep in my chest, a yearning for answers that felt just out of reach. I wished Roman had shared more about Reese, about the enigmatic family he belonged to, about the fragments of his life that he guarded like precious treasures.

But I knew better than to pry. Roman was a labyrinth of complexities, and when he was ready to reveal his secrets, he would. At least, that’s what I told myself, clinging to the hope that he would eventually open up.

He’s my friend, I reminded my restless thoughts. He’ll share when the time is right.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to tell me who the hell that was because it suddenly feels like summer!”

Lizzie plopped down in the chair beside me, her energy practically radiating off her. She was practically vibrating with excitement, her voice a high-pitched mix of a whisper and a squeal, as if she could hardly contain her enthusiasm. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her; the atmosphere was charged with an electric thrill.

I chuckled softly, unable to resist. “Strange thing, he said you were hot. Also complimented your ass.”

Lizzie’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening comically, as if I had just revealed the greatest secret of the universe. She clamped both hands over her mouth, but a squeal still managed to escape, shrill enough to attract a few curious glances from nearby guests.

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