From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 315

Lucky Savannah. Truly. She has him wrapped so tightly around her finger he can’t even breathe without her say–so. And I

can’t decide whether that makes me angry or relieved.

I pushed off the doorway. “What’s the recipe supposed to be?” I asked, stepping farther inside.

He hesitated. “I… don’t know. I’m…experimenting. I want to give her the best.”

I glanced at the bowl and immediately saw the issue. “Roman, that’s enough sugar to kill a horse.” I said dryly, moving

closer. “Are you planning to give her diabetes for her birthday?”

He actually laughed. Not the sarcastic, irritated exhale I was used to. A real laugh. A warm, unexpected laughter.

“My girl likes sweet things.” He said, defensively, though his mouth twitched with pride.

I couldn’t help it–I smiled. The reaction was automatic. Uncontrolled. And for the first time in… what? Years? He didn’t

look disgusted by my existence.

“Need help?” I asked, expecting the usual reaction. I expected him to grunt. To glare. To tell me to leave. But he didn’t.

Instead, he nodded. “I’d really appreciate that.”

I blinked. That was… new. Roman wasn’t fighting me. He wasn’t asking me to leave. He wasn’t offended by my existence.

Truly, Savannah has changed him.

I pushed up the sleeves of my shirt and went to wash my hands. I washed it five times to be sure they were truly clean.

Roman’s gaze flicked toward the sink, then away, confusion settling.

“I was with Penny earlier.” I said, answering the unspoken question he’d never voice.

He nodded once. Then awkwardly cleared his throat. “Oh.” He turned to me again. “Thank you for doing that. I know it’s not going to be easy.”

I smiled. “No problem at all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

I took over, rolling my shoulders and assessing the ingredients. Ho assisted–if you could call wide–eyed staring assisting- watching every movement like a kid watching a magician. That alone almost made me laugh.

“You sift flour like this,” I said, demonstrating, “not like you’re trying to bury a body beneath it.”

He huffed, half–annoyed, half–amused.

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“And less sugar. Please. Savannah doesn’t need to enter a coma.”

He shook his head. “Sav’s got a sweet tooth. You don’t even know. She-” He laughed again. The memory clearly fond.

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I froze–not externally–but something inside me did. Roman was laughing with me. Laughing at something I said. Not out

of obligation. Not out of bitterness. Just… laughing.

“You’re laughing,” I pointed out, almost startled.

“What?” He blinked. “Don’t I laugh?”

“Not at anything I say.” The words slipped out carefully. “I can’t remember the last time you looked at me without hate.

Not after Dahlia died.”

The air changed instantly. The laughter vanished like it had never existed.

His jaw tightened. “Stop.” He looked away. “I’ve moved past Dahlia. I don’t want to talk about her. Not when I’m about to

have a child with the woman who means everything to me.”

I should’ve left it there. I should have enjoyed the feeling of having a brother again. But I didn’t. And honestly? I get upset

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