My Southern Lover
"Please, have a seat. I’ve been expecting you."
"I’m not in the mood for games," I replied, irritation lacing my words.
"Oh, good," she responded, taking a leisurely sip from her cup, her gaze steady on mine. "That means we can skip to the part where you actually act like you’re in control."
I took a step forward, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?"
Savannah leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a smug tilt of her head, like a royal watching a jester fail. "It means your little copycat wife has some secrets of her own. And I have the proof."
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