Page 73 of Betraying Him
Good, everyone’s here.
“Why are we here?” Logan grunts, and I gesture for everyone to take a seat.
“I need your help,” I say boldly to the room of blank faces looking back at me. “I need to find a way to get Savannah to see we belongtogether.”
There’s silence for a moment, and then Cole snorts and mutters, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Gracie sits forward in her seat, her eyes intent on mine. “Can you give us a little more context?”
I sigh and proceed to spill the details.
All of them. Every secret, lie, and threat.
I lay it all out on the table, telling my friends what I should have told them a long ass time ago.
Once I’m done, Logan and Lana don’t look surprised—probably because they already knew the details—while Gracie sits with a frown on her face. Cole blinks at me, clearly surprised, and Noah… well, Noah is smirking.
Why the fuck is he smirking?
I tilt my head and study him, wondering what’s going through his mind, but my attention is dragged away from him when Lana says, “You could buy her a pretty knife and let her cut you with it.”
“Oooh, you could leave her notes pretending to be someone else,” Gracie says.
“Or you could trap her into living with us,” Cole adds.
“Nah,” Noah says with a shake of his head. “You should just kidnap her.”
I stare at my friends, not having any words for the shit that just spewed out of their mouths.
What the fuck is wrong with these people?
“Yeah, you should do absolutely none of that,” Logan says, speaking for the first time since coming into the room. “Savannah would kill you for any single one of those. If you’re serious about this—and I meanifHarley, because you can’t just get back into her good graces then fuck off—then you need to remind her of what you had before everything went to shit.”
My eyes lock in on him, a smile creeping onto my lips.
“Like, show her how happy I can make her, remind her ofthe good times we had, that sort of thing?” I ask, plenty of ideas coming to mind, and he nods once.
“That’s fuckingbrilliant. Okay, I have shit to do, so you’re all dismissed,” I say and wave my hand toward the door, only… no one moves.
Fuckers.
“Nope. Firstly, you’re gonna explain why the fuck you didn’t tell us any of this sooner, and then you’re gonna tell us what you have planned,” Cole says, and I fight not to roll my eyes.
Why is he delaying me? Doesn’t he know that I have shit to do and a girl to win over? Times a wastin’.
Realizing he’s not going to let this go, I sigh and take a seat opposite them. “I don’t know,” I mutter. “I guess at the time, it was all just so raw and fresh that I didn’t really want to talk about it. I was embarrassed and hurt and so fucking angry I could barely think straight. Then time went on, and her and I started playing this cat and mouse game, and it felt like it was too late to tell anyone what had happened, too late to open up.”
I feel awkward as fuck telling them this, but these are the people I trust most in the world, and they deserve to know why I kept them in the dark for so long.
“You could have come to one of us at any time,” Noah murmurs and gives me an understanding look. “But I get why you didn’t. We’re here now, so how about you tell us whatever it is you have planned to fix this shit with your girl and let us help.”
I mean, I guess it couldn’t hurt…
FIFTY-THREE
SAVANNAH
I thought rejectingHarley would make him realize we could never work and that he’d go back to avoiding me.
