From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314

Chapter 180: Good For You, Roman

Reese

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The moment I walked into the house, the first thing I feared was that I’d find Elizabeth sprawled out on the couch again, glued to those disgusting movies she apparently finds entertaining.

But the living room was empty. There was no flickering screen. No soft gasp. No awkward scrambling to hide what she was thought I’d take from her–the fucking remote. Just silence.

I exhaled, a slow breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It’s ridiculous, honestly–how my mind keeps drifting to her. The nerdy girl with the big eyes and that stubborn voice. The one who looks like she has no business watching gore,

and yet- there she was, burned into my memory.

Oh great. Now I’m getting distracted.

I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to shake it off and head upstairs, when I heard it.

A clatter.

The sound of metal hitting tile. A spoon? A fork? A whisk? Something slipping from a hand. Followed by a frustrated, low curse. “Fuck.”

I didn’t think I just moved. Maybe out of curiosity… yes. But also the hunch. The stupid, relentless thought that it could be her again. Elizabeth. Maybe she’s craving a midnight snack.

But when I reached the kitchen doorway–it wasn’t Elizabeth. It was Roman.

My brother stood in the center of the kitchen like he’d just lost a war. His hands were planted on his hips, shoulders tense, jaw ticking. The overhead light carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look older–or maybe just really exhausted. The counter was a mess. Flour. Sugar. Bowls. Eggs. Something that looked suspiciously like batter but also like a crime scene all together.

I blinked. “What… the hell is going on? And why are you cooking at one in the morning?”

He looked up sharply, irritation evident. “Not cooking, Reese.” He muttered. “Baking.”

I stared in surprise. Roman? Baking? At one in the morning? I did the math quickly. “Savannah’s only a few weeks gone. It can’t be a craving emergency. Nobody wants cake that badly at-“I checked my phone, “-1:14 AM.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sav’s birthday is today.”

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He swallowed, eyes flicking back to the counter. “I wanted to bake her a cake myself. You know–something that actually

means something. Not just grabbing one from a bakery. I want something intimate. And I’m certain she’d appreciate that

more.” He said, still assessing the counter like a crime scene.

I stared at him for a moment. This man. My brother.

It was almost laughable–how devoted he was now. How soft. How obsessed.

The same man who had once forgotten Dahlia’s birthday entirely because he’d been swamped with work and I had to buy her a cake because she wouldn’t stop crying. The same man who, while married to her, treated affection like a chore while she died everyday waiting for him to be a little more loving.

But with Savannah? Here my brother was, forsaking sleep to bake a cake for his beloved while she slept. How romantic. How poetic. How very… Romeo of him. He would even tear out his own lungs if she asked.

I almost laughed. Not mockingly–just… at the irony. Dahlia had died never knowing this version of the man she gave her whole life to existed. The version that was capable of devotion. Of love. Of showing more than just a little affection.

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